When The Rules Cease Poem by Rich Harney

When The Rules Cease



When the rules cease,

when the stars
drop quietly
out of the heavens,
no fanfare,

like a perfectly placed twig in
her nest, unseen….

As an egret
slips her bill in,
gently separating
the waters.

As an owl
swivels it's head
around space,
a lone geometry

'Tis when the magic begins.

Wednesday, November 13, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: spiritual
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