Michael Keshigian
DIMINUTION
On a tree
by a narrow street
upon an bending bough
I perch in a dream
unseen
over people in a field
hovering about
an empty hole
obstructed by a box
with contents
of what use to be me.
Some are sobbing,
most are somber
and few hide
a reluctant obligatory glint.
All see the hyphen
between random dates
engraved upon granite,
transform my toil
to a trophy abbreviation
for living.
EVENTUALLY
Staring from the moon
in a dream
I saw people of Earth
meander aimlessly
from minute cavities,
following burrows
to dutiful destination
and back again.
Some moved faster
others carried more
and few were prostrate to fantasy.
Yet above each hill
hovered ghosts of intentions
not resting, but preparing
markers with singular openings
where well meaning will be placed.
BLUE
There is the ample door
to heaven
we anticipate to pass through
after a lifetime of good
and there is the blue heron
that bathes and stalks
a secluded pond
for sanctuary.
COURAGE
As twinkling stars
in florescent pencil
erase themselves
in bright morning light,
the moon,
abandoned by night,
hovers ashen
in the blue cube
to cast its disposition
in the onslaught
of illumination.
LAKE DANCE
Peaceful undulation gently raps
the brownish-green barnacled pier
as the crystal blue pulse
of the extensive lake
abounds with life
below its pristine surface
fettered only by
a rustling breeze
that instigates ripples
to momentarily dance out of step
against the placid mirror
which reflects its tranquil message,
enrapturing my mind
to join in a serene
pas-de deux,
waltzing gracefully upon
the wavering crests
till the whispering breath ceases.
MOONLIGHT
It enjoys the placid lake
devoid of activity
at the black hour of midnight,
illuminating the surface
like a lightening bolt
parting a starless sky,
the startled eyes
of aquatic dwellers
staring upward from the silt
as if seeing the path to heaven
for the first time.