PATIENCE WAITING, SILENT PATIENCE BEING MORE  (9-7-04, 4:27am, Galveston Island, Texas)

 

four twenty seven  
a m  
up for water  
from  
my dreams  
unrecalled  
sleepwalking through  
outer  sunken  
darkness  
of my apartment  
submerged  
in stillness  
i pause  
to gaze  
out my eastern  
window  
into the sleeping  
world  
and seeming  
dead of night  
outside  
startled by  
the brilliant light  
of venus  
crossing  
rising from  
the east  
beaming  
just above  
the treetops  
dreaming  
treetop dreams  
above me  
while standing here  
still in  
semi conscious  
hypnagogic  
half dream state  
myself  
i put on  
my glasses  
to see more  
clearly  
surprised to find  
that venus  
still looks so  
big  
and bright  
but now  
i also  
see  
two other smaller  
stars  
in direct  
alignment  
with her  
suspended  
out there  
in space  
somewhere between  
the three inch  
gap  
of these open  
storm shutters  
just outside  
my windows pane  
and my  
absorbant  
nocturnal gaze  
with one  
piercing star  
directly  
above her  
another smaller  
angled slightly  
to her left  
at twelve  
and eleven oclock  
three  crisp  
luminous dots  
inset upon  
the boundless  
faced watch
of this clear  
sweet  
blue velvet night  
along with  
my equally suspended  
transcendent being  
down here  
serenely aligned  
with theirs  
in realizing this  
entranced  
i linger  
a few moments  
longer  
to savor  
and more fully  
absorb  
the pure  
simple wonder  
of it all  
in my stillness  
without thinking  
as if  
weightlessly held  
in some magical  
dream  
though conscious  
with both  
eyes open  
wherein  
i sense some  
innermost  
kindred knowing  
even here  
in this relative  
distance  
between us  
as i feel  
some ancient  
calling there  
an even greater  
silent patience  
waiting  
for me  
in the constant  
gleeming  
of their steady  
cosmic stare  
as in  
the perfect  
timeless timing  
of their  
fleeting presence here  
i recognized  
by mere  
chance  
beyond this  
dryness  
of my mouth  
some strange  
impulse  
seems to have  
mysteriously  
lured me  
like some  
mystic  
star tide  
to this window  
here  
where some  
higher  
inner voice  
i sensed  
and thought  
i began  
to hear  
emitting from  
their heavenly  
holding pattern  
there  
seemed to beckon  
like three  
beacons  
softly calling  
to me  
saying  
to and through  
my being  
not that  
we are coming  
for you  
but rather  
we are here  
quietly observing  
as with  
that sense  
soon came another  
that they  
know  
i know  
they know  
here within  
these subtle  
inner    
dim reflections  
reflected here  
within this  
nocturnal mirror  
of open  
percerption  
in which  
i realize  
that i myself  
am also  
this silent patience  
passively  
waiting here  
in this quiet  
late night  
peaceful observance  
of my own  
of awareness  
of listening  
of sensing  
of feeling  
of consciously  
feeling  
being  
and becoming  
more  
still yet  
ever  
more