Kingfisher Jade RingingPoetry
Kingfisher Jade Ringing
Were a bird to become stone and keep flying.
Were a bell to become feather and keep ringing.
She lay down her brush whispering,
Were earth to remain earth and stay still.
She left the brush dry without washing it.
The hairs became a solid point of black carbon
whose words were forever withheld.
July, 8, 2016
Constellations of Humanity
Each luminous dot on this map represents one reader of this poem. As the number of readers increases, the stars begin to cluster and form an increasingly detailed constellation. My intent is to show how brightly a poem glows across our world. I welcome your light.