The least we can do
is to make the most of it.
© Chagall 2015
I do so want to tell you something,
that will make you reach out
across the light, the page plus the miles,
you’ll recall the moment we felt
despite never meeting, truth is the same time
yet a different face for two people
from the same orb rounding the same star,
or do we just fall steady? I forget
which gravitation I’m in on this go-around,
while you’re about me I twirl in wonder, more
turvy than topsy, surely I will find you somewhere
firmly on ground with a strong sudden urge to take flight.
© Chagall 2014

Odd, how nothing stirs
and there is no sound
just a gray day lost
in this maze of evergreen hedge
Who mows the grass
so tight here,
who keeps the branches
so trim?
I shout
a quick hey
but I know
there’s no one around
anywhere anymore
Yet the maze
is so well-kept . . .
© Chagall 2013

Birds sing and cry
till you realize
that’s all
there is.
© Chagall 2013

The world awakens
a fresh day to age and die
unsuspecting life
© Chagall, 2013

We were going to war
when I mistakenly summoned
a rain-dance.
Now we must live
till the floods subside.
® Chagall, 2013