​Repose After My Son Departs for Home Across the Sea, by Jonah Bornstein

Homs at Watertown Canyon, photography by Kathryn Winograd (USA) contemporary

​Repose After My Son Departs for Home Across the Sea
 
After coming across a flock
Of bighorn sheep
My friend stops anchors 
Herself between rocks. 
Above them behind them
The sun a perfect flare on their horns
She is settled glowing 
Inside the poetry of love
Braiding through her
Like the stream she ran her fingers through
Just once when young
Now older the grace of living held
in her camera eye
Beholding adjusting clicking beholding fearful
Of the click the shutter
That quiet snap of a tongue
Scrambling the scene 
A riotous unfolding 
Of legs of bodies dust a screen 
A scrim of dust this stampede this blur 
Oh this love of beholding

Jonah Bornstein

Jonah Bornstein: "I have been writing poems since I was a teenager inspired by the songs of William Blake, the angst of T.S. Eliot, and the magical rhythms of Walter de la Mare. This was fifty some years ago. Now retired, putting together several manuscripts, including one of desert poems and others reflecting my movement from imagistic poems to those that wander the line between image, philosophical musings, and political reflections. Books include The Art of Waking, We Are Built of Light, Treatise on Emptiness, and Mortar. My poems have been published in journals and anthologies."