Fall Back

 

It’s not as if you can

      legislate

the position of the Sun

to reverse the multiples

of seconds or the march of minutes

by the sum

of sixty.

 

Look to the trees and listen

       for they are dropping hints

of color that crackle

beneath our feet

to warn us of not so subtle

change.

 

Turn back the clock they say

      another hour you’ll get

in your day.  Sleep in, enjoy.

Or so they say.

 

But the shadows began to fall

       and the winds exhaled a drop

in temperature much earlier

than the arbitrary numbers

on the calendar

would announce.

 

If we’d paid attention sooner

      we’d catch the Sun tipping his hat,

Asking Earth’s daughter for a dance

together hugging the horizon

an hour longer

until dawn.

 

–Steve Bell

Autumn 2007

 

 

 

 

 

                

Friends

James Maxwell

 

Many times in our lives,

We will fall into what seems

  like a pit of sadness or depression,

It seems like there is no end,

No way out of that bottomless pit,

Sadder and more depressed

  than you’ve ever felt before.

Then a hand comes through the darkness,

The hand grabs yours and pulls you out.

You find your friend standing next to you.

You can always count on your friends to help you

  out of those deep, dark pits.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Dupont’s Round Fight

By Herman Melville (1819-1891)

(November, 1861.)

 

In time and measure perfect moves
All Art whose aim is sure;
Evolving rhyme and stars divine
Have rules, and they endure.

Nor less the Fleet that warred for Right,
And, warring so, prevailed,
In geometric beauty curved,
And in an orbit sailed.

  The rebel at Port Royal felt
  The Unity overawe,
  And rued the spell. A type was here,
  And victory of Law.