Sunday, June 23, 2013

Love and Death on a River Bank





Every year they survive
Same time, same place
The dragonflies that arrive
Weaving in the breeding space
Of nature’s uneven geometry
The fisherman’s line is cast
Out to balance the symmetry
That disturbs what cannot last
The rest is pure distilled patience
The Salmon who’ll meet his maker
In the middle, somewhere, an acquaintance
Of translucent wings meets its mater
Indivisible like one majestic hum
Their fate is final, tension has won,
He has bitten what cannot be undone
Like the river dividing a splitting Sun.


Saturday, June 22, 2013

Natural History



Before dawn awoke
I awoke,
Yes I remembered-
It was June
The bedroom, neither
Light or dark,
I was somewhere
There, between, them.
Aware of each minute
And second passing
Like a freezied breeze
In the flowing leaves
Amongst the crazed trees
The little song-birds
Would soon greet
The first
Defining light
Of this coming day,

The world would form
From the primal shadows
Of that ancient dream
The embers glowing hot
Like distant constellations
Pre-existing and existing
With a solitary man
Now, 40 plus, grey
Average more than halfway
There- with all the years
Before, now no more
Real than the flickering dream
She always awakes us from-

How rudely salvation rests
And reclaims a sense
Of time regained, cherished
In these urban streets
Where sleepers still sleep
And cat’s stalk their prey
Amongst the neat gardens,
Mists linger on the grassy dew
Like the vanishing quietness
Undressing the breaking dawn
I will awake. I will arise.
Clockwork as Nature.

 

 









 





 

 

 

 

The Invisible Way





How they say it’s just that way
Those ways vaguely half remembered
Without the marking or verge to guide
And follow that sense like the swallows
Asking “what is it” that leads them on
From season to season the calculations
Our minds but watch without matching
"What it is” we too transverse invisibly
Along roads going green without traffic
Upon tracks rusting away without trains.