Libby Hart -III

Wild Surprise 

 

 

I glimpsed the slur of two thin legs

then the face of a man black with beard,

his eyes as clear as a night that brings frost.

 

I peeked inside a landscape, tree upon tree,

of no formation I had seen before.

I walked out, life came to me.

 

I could feel the wild surprise of it in my hands.