Gifts in July

I was a man and I was the island turning toward night
Rolling away from the sun

Between the green and blue of grass and sea
Over a long finger of black sand
Irregular formations descended, hundreds of them

squadron on squadron

of red

dragonflies !

An evening wind swayed the cosmos.
Over the high face of Halla Mountain
One small aqua-grey cloud let fall

a violet    veil

                                       of rain-shower

Beauty is a gift of forgotten gods.
Wonder will not translate into words–
I was the island as I am a man, miraculous

as the risen moon, a common butterfly in a typhoon.

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Hallasan, S. Korea (active)