big tent poetry, 7 day gong poetry. new to you. day 7. today, i pick encounter by czeslaw milosz.. the first line is from his poem
The flash of a hand, streak of movement, rustle of pebbles
foreign in familiarity, soothing in style, a tinge of excitement trespass
relic shadows embody their will, a noetic wind blows, the backwards breeze bellows
perceptible walk away, hidden in the hills, the rising moon scratches the sealed sky,
bright their breathless appearance, glittering stars above, ignite the quiet stutterings
rising from below