Pomegranate Aspens (stars know no time)

in the time when the stars
were all yellow

i was still an enclosed bud

and the pomegranate aspens
only whispered

their secrets

to those they had lured
into lucid
entanglements

in the time when the stars

all flashed a midnight
blue

i surged upwards from
the encasement

the pod’s veils

twirled in the sky
and spun to moist earth

disclosing all wildly

and yet no one heard

in the time when all
the stars merged

white
as one

each being, thing, process
revealed

it’s true nature

moment by moment

and i listened
deeply

in silence
at last