Ten of One Thousand

A little bit of sharing; this project has been going on in the background for a while. About time I cracked on with it! Fairly happy with it up to verse 462, only another 538 to go. 

One Thousand Miracles In One Day

(The first ten verses, first edit.)

  

Down the wall a spider walks

Unseen, the whisper of eight feet

Unheard on the wallpaper, this is

A secret world, a spider’s world

  

At the zero hour it seems nothing exists

But the deep breathing of sleep

And the heaving of wind in darkness

Bowing trees as though dragons fly here

Uncounted leaves stream, pulling

On thin stems, twisting loose, one leaf

Takes hold of the air, it has no plans

For landing, that will just happen

Droplets absorb night, outside

Dark rain falls, clouds

Thicken sky, at the deepest

Point of our dreaming sleep

Too far above to permeate sleep

An aeroplane passes, full of journeys

Full of stories we will not hear, the travellers

Look down at patterns of streetlights

A lamp is left on, through a window

A dog can be seen twitching on a sofa

A coffee table supports two wine glasses, paper

Lists of what can be done when awake

The washing machine light is on

The last spin happened after bedtime

Fresh damp clothes wait in the drum

For the pattern of occurrence to progress

  

Curving further than the night sky

Of one ephemeral planet, stars

Shine through light years of nothing

Possibilities in the abyss

  

A sock lost under the bed, a left sock,

Literally. It will be searched for

And, from the odd sock pile,

Restored to a pair, folded together

Silence. The wind halts, the leaves

Hang in still air, the spider pauses

The clouds are emptied, the dog sound asleep

A scene encapsulated, like a microscope slide