Tag Archives: Poetry

Sequoia

proud

stand We firm
upon the graves
of Elders and Brethren

who pray’d and stretch’d
each day
towards Blue Heaven
towards Nightfall’s twinkling eyes

ere their footholds
were drown’d by Rainfall’s bender
or shear’d by bellowing Air

or Time’s final blessing

Stardust

have our spirits always been
as fancies my heart?

from time’s weaning

to Eden
to redwood saplings
to when Everest was but a plain with child
to when clouds cry’d into Atlantic canyons
to when a candle yawn’d and stretch’d
and marry’d Night with Day

Oh, yes
We were there

Berth of a Lifetime (from the Time Capsule)

from looking up
within the shade
of my forebrethren

to casting my own shadow
upon green flesh
breaking ground

till leafless gray
groom’d my breathless limbs
for others to shelter

for inquiring minds to nourish
at my newest splendor
I am at home

Figment on a Thread

I keep returning here
from another dream
knowing what’s
around every next corner
behind every next doorway
beneath every next footstep

but then the haze be sever’d
without tocsin
bleeds out the vision
evaporates its memory

till outside my sleep
a spark in distant time
bethinks that same place
where I’ve never been

or have I?
sometime else?