A Moment's Autograph

George Murray
From:   The Rush to Here. Nightwood Editions, 2007

Still enough sky-glow left to distinguish
colour, even as the trees descend
through the registers of green and the stoop
becomes shrouded and difficult to discern.

From a crack in the dark wall hang loose wires:
give a tug and watch society start
to unravel. There's no real need to begin
worry, just be aware where the pulling leads.

We use the same yellow diamond to sign
elderly cross here as we do falling rocks;
the colossal meteor that astounds
observers burns a moment's autograph.

Apprehension may settle around us like dusk
but the telescopes still capture first light.



First published in New American Writing # 23, 2005, California

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