Breathing
I balance here
Between
January
Tag Archives: nature
Connecting roots
In the silence between morning birds’ song
whispered comforts or threats traverse unseen
Communities of canopies
Neighbourhoods of heartwood sheltered deep
for decades or centuries
Human steps tread past or with bravado some ascend
lookout holding steady trunks endure
fragile limbs of women and men
Night gatherings moonlit shadow shapes
sacred swaying to the rhythm of stars
Record keepers
inhaling exhaling all glory all decay all debris
Beyond the continuum of this holy life
our human eyes may glimpse a light amid seas of possibility
Yet misinterpret again and again the message of our role
and what could be
We occupy this fleeting existence so temporarily
what has been and always there will be
beyond you and me beyond all of us in our collective lack
Despite our elevated posturing our experiments our narcissism
our valour even our creativity
After we again have surrendered and ground ourselves back to dust
There will remain the one constant one glory whose truth
always was and ever will guarantee
Survival of the Tree
Art
Why should I want to contain you
Place your beauty within this cage in this frame
For is not arresting all at the essence of Art
Fragrance of imperfect freedom
An unleashing
Flight from confinement
Escape from ordinary
Exploration of sensescapes no corporeal beings roam
Wings
Logic and deduction and evidence and explanation
Too loaded to follow
A bridge deconstructed an outline made of squint
Lace and velvet satin and flowers rivulets of sky in an ocean of dream
Scenes of an unscene
Can I slip into my/your/our centre in secret moments
Touch your raw naked pulse
Feel
What it is to know truth at the intersection
Where imperfect breath and depth of life exchange promises
Without uttering a sound
But a shift
Caught drifting soft past
A presence
Something there
Poem
Poem God
Poem Goddess
Poem Spirit
Poem Breath
Rising with wind
Riding upon waves enroute to sky
I sat upon the earth and built this thing for you.
Bees
Fortune arrives to those who expect it
Who said that, asks the one still waiting
Bees forfeit sunlit blossoms to suckle a blank wall instead
What made sense yesterday leaves a smudge for us to ponder
A circle is unending like a fortress of safety forever watchful
But through a new jaded pair of eyes a circle is a prison
From which only the secretive and most cunning may manage escape
Tunnelling through ages of rotted ideas and misguided plans
Breathing shallow so as to avoid disease by the effort
Believe in change, the mantra humming in their heaving chests
Through filth and squalor a sliver of light hints at silver
Bees circle upon walls, forfeiting temptation’s blossoms
Allowing either conspicuous gaps or innocuous bee suckling spaces
Readying themselves for the new age where winged things flourish
Where honey is the preferred currency
Gratitude
Big sky
Serenity clouds
Moments of still
Eagle content
This quiet watching
Canada Day
Stairway
Eight steps to drifting
No return no ticket home
Give in to the sky
gift
Here is a small gift
For hours you can look and look
Sun rises then sets
Sahara Wanderings
Toss away your sandals
To ascend you must feel one with the dune
Inhale this silence
At crest gaze into ripple
Winds carry prints of those before you
Into the ether
Mind your time in its passing
Golden sands swallow sun so soon
Venus guides you
Descend with your shadow
Drift your memory to the other side
Full moon rising
Stones in Pockets Traces in Sand
We walk for days across Sahara
This is the river you say
A million stones
Zazzle shape size spectrum
We wade without fear of drowning
Fossils distend my pockets
Their songs collide as I stride
A crack in thrum of silence
Homage to these rhythmic sands
I balance monument with Tamarisk shade
To remember
The weight
