I am exhilarated by early morning and
the promise of timelessness
to experience life’s wonder.
Till evening song
when hours hang heavily and
I shift to the eternity of sky for bearing.
© Chagall 2016
Tag Archive: actuality
In the subtle shift from
mimicry to knowing,
I dives deeper to be
among the weeds. Otherwise
I hovers.
© Chagall 2016
The lights are going out,
not forever – just for now.
We have coffee and tea,
we can make bread if need be,
sing, play cards …
Only for a little while,
only just for now.
© Chagall 2016
Still here.
I and the air are
still here.
Faint hum,
a seashore … a dynamo
maybe.
Tickles:
inside my head.
A hushed voice speaks
of a hushed voice
who speaks.
I command them both
to shush.
© Chagall 2016
Please accept this filament fine,
as I spun it just for you.
The silk that silk envies weaves
a gentle lattice about nothing.
No breeze stirs you suspended
on girders above trip-wire.
Speak! cries out in need
to fill space.
At the end, even now
we can still hear it echo.
© Chagall 2016
What I thought was one of
the black butterflies of summer
was instead a tiny bird.
© Chagall 2016
Like Annie Dillard
I’ve learned to be
still enough so even
birds ignore me, they
settle so close oblivious
to my presence, the more
of this the better I think
– the great divide gone just like that.
Though
there certainly is a food chain.
© Chagall 2016
As I go
so goeth
a quick step
alongside
yet again
watch me teeter
I catch stride
ambulate cleanly
now and then
sometimes for a pretty long time
oops!
banana peel
yep – my head popped
cement apparently
jarred me looser
I float beside me
in rarefied ether
levitate clearly
now and then
© Chagall 2016
They’re pretty – perfect really, she says.
Buy the dead flowers.
But I’m more tempted
by the sentient ones
despite their powdery mildew.
© Chagall 2016
There at the end of
the garden are all of
the seasons’ lessons
to be learned
So let’s Us harvest
– for unless we harvest …
© Chagall 2016
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