A DIP INTO DARKNESS

By Seth Finnegan

I dip into darkness as a finch

Sinks it’s green, gold brow in a

Bath of water.

The red ears of leaves burning in the

Wind float defiance to death, he says

He is only the messenger.

Then out pops the robin, his mettle true

To the leaves which answer to raddled

Loveliness.

He is stout upon the stem. He looks for

Water and skims the grass like a comet

Set from the birth of stars.

The finch has heard nothing of this,

In his mantle of bliss, he scatters diamond

Beads of wetness over the geraniums.

It is a fountain of frenzied motion bathed

In the beauty of a summer’s eve.

The sun sets with silent satisfaction. The

Clouds clear and a star peeps into the

Bowl of creation. 

I light my pipe, draw breath and return to

Darkness.