Friday, December 08, 2006


pale white body against the glass
wings pressed towards the light

I am a pulse
I cannot stop beating, beating
so drawn to the alien thing

there is no time to care
the light beckons and I am there

call me ephemeral

soon the crickets will sing their cacophony
and the grass will have my dry wings

--Ivy Alvarez, Mortal


Ivy said...

Oh, my, you startled my heart!

Thank you, Suzanne. :-)

Sheryl said...

Wow! Beautiful! I'll have to order Mortal.

Anonymous said...

"there is no time to care" is a powerful line. Very Zen. Great image from Ivy.

Suzanne said...

Oh, Ivy, I do love your book. And Sheryl, definitely go get yrs. Sam, yes!