Stars burned bluer then
Breathless joyful morning songs
God today made man
© Chagall 2016
Stars burned bluer then
Breathless joyful morning songs
God today made man
© Chagall 2016
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
Gravity or intent
drives the hand
down
© Chagall 2016
Sweet potato by Melissa drying
together in one heap.
I make a one-cup dough everyday,
roll it or fill it.
We’ve seawater still on our fingertips,
a crust of hot crystal salt.
I’m different – you said,
through the open window – I’m the one looking up.
You were late. I watched you gather lilac and lace
by the unlatched gate.
Your breathing stills matter about the fire,
all being is cured aromatic.
And so able to last
forever.
© Chagall 2016
Advance humbly;
we all were once
squiggly beings.
© Chagall 2016
Maybe just nature
More than anything demands
Love, respect, our fear
© Chagall 2016
Low-intensity
red stars
around us
everywhere
dim and unseen
The brightest
are fewer
but we see them
no matter how
far away
Yes they’re the first
to burn then fade
flickers at the rim
of time
Since Creation
there’s not
a smaller M-type star
that’s yet died
Chagall 2016
She handed me an oar
pointing to the small dugout
there on the bank
Row briskly
downstream
warily
God is
real
Life is naught –
a dream
Chagall 2016
From what,
for whom,
until when,
do all these
planets spin?
There below
on the dark side,
see them – aren’t those
lights?
We no longer
pay attention
nor pray
for those who
destroy the
blue pearl
Chagall 2016
On Mercury
its day is
longer than
its year
It’s all
about spin
the path
your journey
Chagall 2016