T I M E
Michael James Fry
Darkness
persists
in
the weight
of
this moment
while
whisps
of
fog
impendingly
tease
the
tired trees
who
endlessly reach
for
purchase.
The
sleeping forest
is
quiet
except
for
the trickle
of
a stream
busy
at work
refreshing
the
sullen night
until
all
spirits and emotions
rise
together and dance
in
twilight.
It
is this celebration
that
conjures
a
growing
ray
of light
to
gently lay itself
upon
the floor
of
the forest
and
into
a
single dewdrop
reflecting
hope
and
giving birth
to
the dawn
of
a new
moment.
~Michael James Fry
New York City
Circa 1990
