the Rustic toiling
alongside th’ Embellish’d
molds a Way of Life
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First Sight
you spoke
to me
smitten I was
by the scent
of your words
blinding me
speechless
… for a moment
your eyes
reflect’d mine
slowly drown’d
in a thickset fog
… for a moment
my mind
became abstract
a caldron
of turbulent thoughts
then mindless
… for a moment
I was in love
I am in love
forever
at least
… for a moment
Contemplation
over half a century ‘tis been
since to th’ unknown
Time first spoke
in the vocabulary of tears
and now Heaven’s Brew crashes
o’er my lodgings
into the blueness
stirring ever brightly
‘twixt th’ Eastern Valley
and tears are spoken again
on Time’s wake
binding myself with old vows
will ever I keep?
Volcano
open wounds
be it once a year
or once an eon
so long as my veins
swell and burst and overflow
so too will th’ Earth
taste th’ air
so too will other life
be bless’d with breath
Basil Lovers
Forecast?
a dromedary I’ve become
on what’s left
of ice and sea
‘twas this another cycle
by Nature’s hand?
or by industry
and a turbulent cloud
by covetous ancients
who cared only
for their own lifetime?
Time
for Itself…
slower than Silence
never born
never dying
hatching
virgin Emptiness
to fire and rock
to breast-feeding seas
to roots and lungs
till all becomes ash
fertilizing
hatching
fortuitous Newness
but
for Us…
faster than Light
Day
a rib
from a cage of Night
borrow’d
cast
into the breath of Stars
a Sun to birth
and bridge th’ Eternal Clock
‘twixt Dusk and Dawn
Lucky Me
to be me
Then…
again
how awesome
for even
one grant’d wish
to
the pleasure
the pliancy
the plainness
of Youth
rush runging
the ladder
to seize Hereafter
to
the laggard
the lapse
the languidness
of Eldership
but
for the Life
that I Love—
for the Love
of my Life—
I’ll keep Today’s harvest
Our Blessings Counted
like grand sequoian spires
so too thru time’s diverse cadence
endures heart-sprung joy
arm in arm
from friendships
to cosmic riddles
to labors of corpus and thought
to spirits bruis’d and tearful laughs
to solitary retreats
‘tis our love’s fault
