Before me, a hovering hummingbird —
my colors are reflected in its eyes,
it makes a quick decision.

Behind, the startled night creatures
run in circles, snapping at the air
with enormous teeth.

To the left, dark ships are crossing
in moonlight, no signals are exchanged.

On the right, great silent armies mass
along the border established during the panic,
waiting now for the command.

Below, families weep for their loved ones,
all wrapped in white cotton and neatly placed
in straight rows before them, like a deathly garden.

Above, the celestials pause at the wall
and, gazing down at the fallen, sigh
softly, then turn away.

Out of nowhere comes a shiver,
then all is still again.



About Bob OHearn

My name is Bob O'Hearn, and I live with my Beloved Mate, Mazie, in the foothills of the Northern California Sierra Nevada Mountains. I have a number of blog sites you may enjoy: Photo Gallery: Essays on the Conscious Process: Compiled Poetry and Prosetry: Verses and ramblings on life as it is: Verses and Variations on the Investigation of Mind Nature: Verses on the Play of Consciousness: Poetic Fiction, Fable, Fantabulation: Poems of the Mountain Hermit: Love Poems from The Book of Yes: Autobiographical Fragments, Memories, Stories, and Tall Tales: Ancient and modern spiritual texts, creatively refreshed: Writings from selected Western Mystics, Classic and Modern: Wisdom of a Spirit Guide: Thank You!
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