UNATTAINABLY PLUCKABLE INSTANT en PONTO

The mango-marmaladed eye of twilight
Slips dimcandescently,
Masked by cloud cowls and fluffy, cirric veils,
Rays unhurriedly plummeting
On their nightly Oceanslide towards the water,
As they peek through the cracks in the cirrus
Leisurely elongating over the darkening
Chablis-sherbert hue of the horizon -
Like the strings of an instrument
Only God knows how to play.


Tonight the dusk over Ponto Beach California
Is heavily covered and cotton-constant
So the actual sun's setting is seen for only six minutes
But, what a handful of instamatic majesty it is.


Somewhere between privilege and special occasion,
Onlookers are granted the cherished chance
To stare directly into the sun,
The only danger to their senses being
The experiencing of a temporary loss for words.


Ancient and Egyptian in it's
Momentarily perfect roundness,
As unattainably pluckable
As a nectarine ubernova
Displayed on a freshly unfurled blanket, woven
From a bolt of newly spun and ancient-pressed stained glass.
Refurls, descends, and then,
Like memories, and ever-flying time,
Is captured, moves on, and is gone.



George Jack

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