The Paddock Review

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A Poem by Morgan Bazilian

Morning

 

 

I can see it in my head

The small wisps 

Forced off the windswept ridge in unison

 

Yet they cling 

And now they go to the sky together

Like a veil amongst things not as fragile

 

The light comes softly in quietly

Waking up in the mountain air

The sun does not exaggerate herself

 

The first breath of the day sits low in the valleys

Conforming to indentations and filling in gaps

Before being dissipated

 

Your eyes look up 

 

The small hydrogen atoms forming 

To make something more than themselves

The release is just phenomenal

 

Imagine the mathematics

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This poem is from the book A Hunch About Water by Morgan Bazilian (Finishing Line Press), and can be found at https://www.finishinglinepress.com/product/a-hunch-about-water-by-morgan-bazilian/

Morgan has published more than 100 poems in various literary journals. He is a professor of thermodynamics, a semi-professional fly fisherman, and lives with his family in the hills of Colorado.