Sounding Summer

Night with crickets. Is anything more restful than a summer among the stars of warm ancestral birth?

We are halfway across the galaxy when dawn overtakes us like a pealing bell that opens the flowering vault of heaven.

Far, far better than the days of lonely manhood, when he stood on a yellow peak amidst the circling storm.

Walking now the corridors of gentle thunder, he spreads his throne across the silence that gave him breath, and knows the secret of saying Yes.

Paul Weiss