Midsummer Stillness

The magic came
At evening tide
As fissures of fire
Cracked honied skies
And sun-warmed rocks
Were all aglow
As floating words
Rode windless air
I stepped into the garden
And felt a charge
Of something there
This calm and still
Midsummer's night
So swollen up
With earthly charms
And hidden depths
For thinkers to
Disarm and think
And drinkers to
Succumb to drink
And those with
Somebody to miss
To yearn and sigh
For they don't see
This sunset sky
And how they
Would have loved
A night like this
The universe was
All agape
I feared I would
Be swallowed up
But I had made
A mad mistake
This stillness was
A perfect fake
For on my
Little plot of land
Were other worlds
Below the beat
Of human woes
And phantom calls
The flimsy pulse
Of fettered fools
The buzz of creatures
High and low
Earth dwellers
In a state of flow
The constant hum
Of birds and plants
Dividing cells
And beating hearts
Existing in
A wondrous haze
No navels have they
On which to gaze
Part of an
Ever building hum
Our orchestra
Since life's begun
The universe
Can swallow me
But all of this
Will carry on
Unfaltered
After I have gone