leave a mark
even if it won’t last
in a moment of awe
pause for breath
hear the song of your heart beat
someone after
may erase what you made
we are each one unique
bound by our nature
leave a mark
even if unsteady
maybe in the next storm
it will come tumbling down
leave a mark
even if it’s fragile
your whisper lingers and
I’ll know you were once here
where I’m standing now🪶
something missing
in some people today
maybe it’s been forgotten
maybe something
they never learned
the hush of listen
the whisper of story
the tender of compassion
the wait of understanding
balance is fragile
living in proximity
me seeing you you seeing me
what happens when
there’s no one left who knows the feel
of human touch~
an attraction to change plants seeds
the crack in a stone wall
the slip of light through a rusted key hole
the fragmented reflection in a broken mirror
the view beyond the window’s ledge
the transformation of summer spaces
what if
the grass on the front lawn retired
got buried with a gratitude farewell
wheelbarrows of soil laid the last blades to rest
curious pink worms explored cool dark mounds
beetles burrowed in and built new villages
a new lumpier landscape slowly emerged
yarrow and lavender and white sage
ferns and daisies and sunflowers
a dogwood a fig an apple a peach tree
a garden of leaves and possibilities
bees hummed and butterflies lingered
deer feasted when the red chair lay unoccupied
left behind their delicate hoof prints as thanks
colours and shapes spread out and grew tall
in the shade before sunrise I find my true place
sit still
in quiet voice read verses aloud
breathing deep and humming
one of so many tenants alive and thriving
in this bountiful messy garden🪶
the options are there
nailed into a white wall
a spherical rainbow formation
labels printed with minuscule font
beckoning you lean in
inhale rain infused ink
petrichor rising
its vapour envelopes you
alters your sense
fate turns out the light
taps the switch
the loop begins at low volume
your voice in three part harmony
last phrase offered
exemplifies rhythms of your wisdom
you drink the sound of your own voice
but is this song the one
you want for your infinity ride
listen listen
behind yours is another’s voice
another’s recent call
voices pulse within your complex walls
the options are there
your inspiration, your raison d’être
waits for you somewhere
among the cacophony spins
rising repeating again and again
with neither pause nor resolve
between jubilation and despair
rehearsing its opening night
warming its hands
at the centre of your sun~
sad stories
linger
sad stories
everywhere
between shadows
sometimes
weak and pale
still it shines
close your
eyes
turn toward
the light~
what words would
adequately mark
these brief moments
between us
fleeting fair winged creature?
none,
it seems
I agree
humbly~
early mornings
after midnight or before five a.m.
effort to be still
to listen
worth plenty
though value eludes capture
the moment already passed
yet you know you were
present
briefly
your heart beats steady
even the introvert
self obsessed
can realize an epiphany
tranquil comfort
(and just a wisp of horror)
a blurry picture in a picture
an actor unique in the play of life
perpetually a minor
in an expansive and complex tale🪶
when the half moon’s light
through my window woke me
I stepped outside
the night chill offered
a swift shift from slumber
I did not mind
all the world in quiet but for birds
and stealth nocturnals
am I one of those
thoughts stagger into odd realms
when dreams are paused
views we sleep through shine
without audience
backyard cherry tree becomes
a blossom cathedral
for the stone head garden face
who sings his predawn praises
under the stars🪶
I see you tipped forward in the columbine
another bird funeral candidate
a mystery death in this messy peace garden
I hesitate to remove you from your last perch
carry out the necessary task—
(melancholy comes too easily these days)
and you flutter, relocate to the cherry tree
its buds just emerging new
sunlight shining through from the east
We pause
Maybe you only wanted me to see you
contemplate your quiet grace🪶
a spider and a ladybug arrived
from I don't know where
I watch them this morning
while balancing on the disk
I practice not falling from each day
the spider is black and a bit ugly
the ladybug is a ladybug
bug of Our Lady so elevated from
mere insect status maybe
who eats who is my question
I leave them to sort it out
two creatures in my window
their tiny footprints in slips of sunlight
remind me of last night's eclipse
how insignificant was my quiet presence
camouflaged by midnight
standing barefoot outside looking to the sky
my existence altered nothing
my breath barely stirred the March night air
yet I was there wasn't I
one more night creature alive and awed
under the moon and stars
my thoughts riding waves of night clouds
praying to nothing for everything
better🥀