Sonnet 3, The Distances, Second Series (from The Songs Of The Erinnyes, Sonnets, Odes, and Elegies by Jay Noya, Brigantium Press)

Sonnet 3


Trafficking clouds are the maps and topography of foreign lands
And this morning’s maps seem more enigmatic than yesterday’s
They’re there to be noticed and it’s how the heavens hold up the sun
And won’t let it stumble and dither and drop out of sight
And ruin the light that has seduced and ruined roses
And broken the spirit of lilies and a peculiarly shaped melody
Drifts within hearing range and stretches and lingers
And plugs up the corners of gardens and climbs granite stairs unnoticed
And fits into fissures and winds into the steel wire of fences
And folds weedy lots into narratives of months lengthening
Into years of midnight rains and weeks of hazy summer afternoons
But what I dread is the enigma secreted and waiting in my heart



©J.Noya 2009