|photo by Laura Shovan|
The mysteries of the world are myriad.
Sometimes they look like little balls of butter.
Sometimes they clump together in the shape of South America.
The mysteries of the world puzzle us.
They make us take our glasses off and look so close
we dust our noses with them.
The mysteries of the world hold hidden ripeness.
Each might contain a new life,
or the possibility to change the weather patterns of the entire world.
The mysteries of the world cast shadows.
Hovering above, they block the sun
and send a chill through us as they pass over.
©Mary Lee Hahn, 2016
This is a favorite of mine, so far, though I love 'em all. Love the repeated "mysteries of the world" as almost an actor in the poem. For some reason, I loved that line about South America. It made my brain smile when I read it, imagining mysteries clumping together to form a country. Now that, I thought, is a real mystery.ReplyDelete
And, yes, the mysteries do cast shadows and contain new life.