night watches

in the street of the sky night walks scattering poems ~ ee cummings

they filter down through dreams

and spaces held open urge

me to leap from sitting

brilliant light pierces my dark

being taught to outride

that quiet space

honoring the shy shore-fishing

heron focus deep and yet so light

they could slip through the finest

strainers and the only place

to land is in this fertile

mind soil or else flutter across

the high ceiling of the house

of my consciousness like dust

swirling in the noon light

begging to be put down

before swept away in that frenzy

of cleaning before night

descends once more

flashlight in hand patrolling

these prolific inky places.


Inspired by a prompt at dversepoets to write a poem about the ee cummings quote above.  I have never written in ee cummings style, but I tuned in this morning and wrote the previous poem (on the cutting edge) before I saw this prompt.  So that’s going on.