Everywhere You Look Is Luck
June 19, 2008
Between us the night
pulls back, deeply
black and empty
of argument.
Seeds at our feet,
the fine silt of
abraded roads,
millennia,
and a sunrise,
palest yellow.
On the blunt edge
the well, the wide
reservoir, corn-
flower blue, a late
rescue: we’re what
has been hauled up.
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Categories: Water
Rebecca Ellis
qarrtsiluni 
Rebecca starts us darkly, moves us to sunlight, and lets us find ourselves in the blue. And we are glad to be found.
Spare format. Each word chosen. Rich in image and import. I want to read it over and over (and do). Thank you, Ms Ellis.
What texture. Argument, abraded, blunt, rescue, in the midst of all this lyricism. Materializing as the human “we.” What diction. The move at the end, and its verb, the “hauling up” of the “we,” recalls for me the company of Plath and Jane O. Wayne as well. Encore.
Yes, the texture struck me too……wonderful juxtaposition against the water’s cornflower blue. Beautiful poem.
Beautifully understated with mythic ovetones. Sense of water, sky, earth, and rescue. Spare and richly realized at the same time.
Nice progression of image and sound. Lovely.