Friday, December 8, 2017

Ivy About To Bloom



We are not entirely real,
Or with each conscious
Contact the world would 
Wound us, bruise us.
What emerging monster
Or blossom is it?
Will the lane ahead remain
Unlit or reality yield
A way, a path revealed
In ivy buds
And never lose us?
Maybe yes, maybe no, but
I'd like to think so.

Monday, November 27, 2017

Barn Drawer Tools


I open a barn drawer and
Tools ask, "What do you
Want us for?" -- a task, a
Chore, seldom called for,
But delighted you are there
For scraping, planing,
Chiseling and all remaining
Arts of heartfelt repair. 
"We know," they say.
"It's why we stay in this
Barn bench drawer, in dust.
Old things need renewal, 
What we are for. We must--
Table, the old door, we must."





Saturday, November 4, 2017

Mazda



Zoroastrianism has three major tenets:
Good thoughts;
Good words;
Good deeds --
And has roots in the Bronze Age, which
Predates most everything except maybe our VW Bus.
Its central force is Ahura Mazda.
Ahura means mighty.
Mazda means wise.
I claim no wisdom of my own, but our 
Car from this this century has air conditioning.
It is a Mazda.
 
 

Saturday, October 14, 2017

Rain Lily


A single long event,
Earth so far, evolves
This rain lily
And humanity.
But what of what
Has not occurred?
I have no word 
For what is not.
And if a thought
That never happens
Never happens again,
Is that repetition?



Tuesday, September 26, 2017

Sweep Second Hand Redux


Some things
Are impossible
To find on purpose.
Composed
Of stunning antiquity
And futurity--
Particles, antiparticles
Shot from both
Ends of time--
palindromic rhyme,
To you and  me.
We seek  causality.







Saturday, September 9, 2017

Over Rainflowers and For Love


I began a journey long
Ago,  am  old  now --
I know, I know-- but
Something strong, bold,
Gave purpose, emerged
Out of all --right and wrong--
All lyrics, songs in life.
Enthralled,  I  still have  some
Some strength  if  called,
Whenever  or  where, and
Shall in all my best be there.


Friday, August 25, 2017

Geometreefrogs



We collect on a canna lily leaf.
We compose a triangle --
Equilateral, like our society.
Euclid drew it from his mind.
Evolution left us somewhat
Behind there --we are mostly
Mouth, legs and guts and
Find triangles better-
Managed by our butts.