Poetry by Richard Levine
One morning alone, light came
and I understood everything
in the world belonged to itself.
The sky surrounded a heron,
and from a green curve in the creek
it rose on the broad majesty
of its loneliness and wings.
The noiseless blue paddling
of my pulse, timed it out of sight.
Above me, wind stirred trees
… is it any wonder stringed
instruments sing so sweetly?
Richard Levine, an Advisory Editor of BigCityLit.com, is author of the forthcoming Taming of the Hour: An Almanac with Marginalia from Fernwood Press.
