KAYE MAHONEY

Falling Night Water

 FALLING NIGHT WATER

The night is deep

Counting my thoughts like counting sleep

Envisioned, tattooed into the brain chamber of now

Fearing that they are formed in fugitive sap and alizarin

-              that the visions will surely glimmer into extinction

I trace their journey from crashing falling water, splashing sub-consciousness

-              committing them to memory

A waterfall stands guard at the entrance of earth mother’s cave

Where a low groan rises from the rocks carved as a makeshift nave

The lower in pitch the louder it rises

Lifting in vibration as if to soften the fall or the rise of an angel

-               the one from the tombstone of the creator of Liberty the statue

The angel’s whirring wings blur into a magnetic buzz, fanning a soft wind

-              feeding a field of Kakadu Lilies to east,

-              leaning towards wild Clustered Bellflowers to west, bearing golden crossed stamens

Deep into the night

© Kaye Mahoney 2024