Rox Nicholson here. Expectations of Light host James von Hendy graciously issued an invitation to be a guest poet, and here I am.
James suggested I give a bit of an intro, so here goes: About me – I have had the honor of being friends with my host and his wife for many years, but it’s only been over the past few that James and I have realized we each have our own passion for the written word. I’m a third-generation Santa Cruz, California native with a variety of interests that happen to include poetry. I have mostly used poetry since I was a child as a medium to try to express a moment in time – an image, a feeling, a reflection of something important to me just in that moment – while finding my way around structure, form and function. So, I tend to write regularly, but simplistically and mostly for myself. That’s been changing as I tack on a few years to my length of time here on the planet, and finally screw up enough courage to share a few pages with folks here and there.
I’ve never lived in a big city, and my current residence is in the foothills overlooking small, locally run family apple orchards and, in the distance past the valley, the Pacific Ocean. I’m fortunate enough to be able to write (mostly at night) and enjoy the beauty of the natural world here. I was staring out my open window a little before one in the morning this past Monday and immediately wrote this poem inspired by the sounds and the view.
Gentle owl calls gently pierce
the thrumming gauze of lonely
cricket pleas. The feathery pair
calling out into the Black swoop
nearer, then fall longingly silent.
Pulsing Night drums inside my
blood as hot starlight trickles down,
cooling in the early cold breezes
of coming Autumn. Dribbling
moonlight falls into my eyes and
I, I smile, touched with mercurial
lunacy, grinning at the sound of owls.