I am the Light
I stand between earth and sky
Always reaching up to embrace the light
To find the sun
To know the moon
To hear the music in the stars
To find my soul within a galaxy of light
That lives forever partner to the dark

I am the mystery
I am the dark
I am the light
Both dust and soul

I stand between earth and sky
Always reaching up to embrace the light
To find the sun
To know the moon
To hear the music in the stars
To find my soul within a galaxy of light
That lives forever partner to the dark

I am the mystery
I am the light

For Bill, from John Cawood
in support of your explorations with cosmic light.

Sculptor
The star maker works the small hours
moulding spheres from dust and ionized gas–
and when the timing is right,
ignites his charges to stardom.
I stumble along a dark path that follows
the river, while stellar performers wind
in slow pirouettes around the pole.
Their taut beams spotlight the water,
Waves clapping against the rocks
erupt into glittering accolades.
Yet he himself maintains a low profile–

his secretary the awful distance that attenuates
each message, his appointment calendar
booked for a billion years.
Vainly I scour the huge directory
For his home number, losing my place,
time after time, in a galaxy of names–
bent finally over the telephone,
dialing out random digits into the night.

My friend, Alan R. Wilson in his book of poems Sky Atlas,
inspired me to continue using cosmic light in my creations.

Comes the Rain
Thunder rolls
Like a million hooves

Rumbling
Resounding
Regathering

Then lightning

Snaps
Shatters
Sears the skies
With fork and flame

 
And in a silent second
The whisper of rain

Patters
Pounds
Prevails

In every pore
Of dust
And dirt
And dryness.

by Bill Zuk

Cosmic Rain | print