Sagg Pond
Sagg Pond speaks glacial melt, the weight of earth’s impress,
a kettling, the surrounding field’s rich moraine.
there is mystery in what has withdrawn, a place of correspondence.
I toss a stone toward the center of the pond waiting for an answer. the stone echos singing back.
7 a.m winter light perpetual dawn its visual affinity striving for abalone.
the thrumming of hundreds of wings lifts the inert stubble of White’s field the shift from frozen to flow
low treble of earth into exhilaration of air
silence to thunderous holy holy holy
immanence anchors us here, commits us to the aliveness in everything
the memory cave of time records these ceaseless movements and passages
the breath, the tides, the restless earth
Sagaponack, NY
a kettling, the surrounding field’s rich moraine.
there is mystery in what has withdrawn, a place of correspondence.
I toss a stone toward the center of the pond waiting for an answer. the stone echos singing back.
7 a.m winter light perpetual dawn its visual affinity striving for abalone.
the thrumming of hundreds of wings lifts the inert stubble of White’s field the shift from frozen to flow
low treble of earth into exhilaration of air
silence to thunderous holy holy holy
immanence anchors us here, commits us to the aliveness in everything
the memory cave of time records these ceaseless movements and passages
the breath, the tides, the restless earth
Sagaponack, NY
