There’s an opening in the sky
bright like idea clouds over head
Watch out for tall trees
Watch out for wind in rain drenched leaves
Watch out for burdens
taking up too much of your waking time
Pull me close
Pull me over to the side of this road
when you’re speeding
I will pass you through
My green will slow your heart down
More Art, less
More Music, less
More Love, less
More Laughter, less
More Generosity, less
More Compassion, less
More Understanding, less
More Curiosity, less
More Peace, less
More Cooperation, less
More Kindness, less
More Listening, less
More Gratitude, less
More Respect, less
More Friendship, less
More Hope, less
More Consideration, less
More Joy, less
More Courage, less
More Welcoming,
More Light, less
More Discourse, less
More Truth, less
More Life, less
More Sharing, less
More Hello, less…
You hold your breath
watching for how long
a raindrop can keep
holding on
then you hear a sound
and turn to see
a curious small bird
watching you from a tree
Starshapes, wide black sky
turn thoughts away
from earth’s cruel and petty
things to dream deep lament
Losses unidentified.
Flutter of wings.
Deer signals begin at dusk with forest edge foot stomp
left right (accented) wait. Observe repeat
Moon hides herself from watchers’ sight
White horse fly dances deking sundogs at play
rides rides all through a moonless starless night
We crouch between stones amid tall fragrant grasses
Witnesses: shadow exchanges of grace and wisdom.
Our bleeding feet tap a steady heartbeat rhythm
marking what it is words cannot convey
This day this day old dawn breaks away
Moonhorse returns this time to stay.
If you listen
you can hear it soft in the distance
a harp or a flutter of wings
song of wind against fragile leaves
whisper of velvet rain in trees
light as breath
clear as waterdrops
of icicles in spring.
I keep a poem in my pocket
holding on as I go
I open and I turn it
asking what it knows
If we meet
in the street
I may pass it to you
Put a poem in your pocket
friend sage so true.
You, obscure and unknown
lonely quiet inside-looking-outters
bearers of fragile hearts beating earth minderers
early morning vision scribblers
imaginating further world articulators
colourers in darkness
openers of windows
unlockers of doors
shatterers of blinds
unseen dancers in moonlight
reciters of poetry by candlelight
painters of lifebreath on cool basement walls
believers in things that hardly matter at all
hallucinators of Beauty amidst shatter and rubble
You, stragglers lingerers
dreaming humming sudden songsingerers
moongazers stargliders
slow walkers between frenzied hurry-up-or-you’ll-be-left-behinders
seekers wanderers
hitchhikers cosmic giant thumb colliders
rainy night half naked pale horse riders
hopeful rhythmic intoxicated drumbeaters
sometime purple feather and white lily flower eaters…
I love you.
Two trees
blocked my path today
stopped me on my precious way
put my whole life on hold
when did trees become so bold
all great things I might have done or thought
would not now be forever lost and forgot
had I not met them standing there
had I just simply stepped aside
had I not paused to stop and stare
had I just slowly closed my eyes
I had only to turn away and run
to have escaped tall trees and sun
Oh I could still be swift walking oblivion
had I never stopped for trees.
If all I care for is
Poetry
What will become of
Me
If all my time’s spent
wordlessly
Watching out for stars
that forget to
go?
