Sudek: Tree

The visionary moment comes

just as it is raining , just as bombs

are falling,  just as atoms

burst like a sneeze in a city park

and enter the dark

as if  it were the waiting ark.

You open your hand and blow

the dust. You pick and throw

the stone. You make the round  O

of  your mouth perfect as light

and the tree bends and stands upright

in the stolid night.