1952
JUST PAST SUNSET
BY BRUCE STUART
Someday when I stare at the sky
Through the creaking naked branches
At the layers of gray and blue
Against the sunset sky,
And the contrails
Widening and melting and blending,
I'll think of something beautiful to say
To make life centralized in meaning.
Someday as I stare over toward the ridge
I've always wanted to climb,
Noticing the snow-crooked paths
Scattering down
To be pierced by the sprouting spires and rooftops of town
I'll remember some beautiful moment
And relate it more clearly to my brother.
Always the form and word,
Never the meaning and message ...
I put more fear to a threatening face,
A buzzing insect with copious segments,
Hope for more love from a widening iris,
Look for more faith in a walk on water.
Now as the lights
Long since turned on
Show themselves more clearly,
Now as the wind whips by in spurts, buffeting,
I wonder whether there is any right
In looking for more than what we've been given:
A glance, a kiss, a passing scrap in the wind.
Right At Noon
SARAH SCALLY
Sometimes I’ll look through tree leaves
Once the heat of spring has joined us
And through the greenery I’ll admire
The blue noon sky and wonder at the clouds,
And the contrails
As they blend together and remind me that
Not nearly as much has changed as one might claim
When trying to give life just one meaning.
Sometimes I’ll go stand over by the statues
I've always wanted to climb,
Trying to find what they might see had they ever been alive
Standing there
To be joined by spinning pink petals heaven sent
I'll remember some beautiful moment
And be unsure if it ever happened to me.
Always a meaning, a memory
Never the saying or song...
I’ve had to put my fear in the fall
But my hope is hidden
In the moments spent with friends
Not looking for faith behind four walls.