I touch wall, feel place,
time. Here
I am

finger vines seeking crack, root,
earth-sun. Leaves loomed to star,
woven to cloud. Here

cotton webs knit dust, morning
comes. Aged wine
is wine.

What more?

a pair of ducks, stunned
flight, lead shock. Two
birds, one stone.

Obscure hunter.
Glee.

A single feather, brush
of cloud, swirls
down, catches

air. Homer paints
death’s dare

to dance
the flight of wings.

I feel like a bumbler
sealed in a comb,
floating in the jar
of nectar.

A blue tit
suckling honey

thick as search,

gold
fog.

Mead ferments,
voices flower.
Bees buzz
Mozart.

Cells chirp
pollened sugar.

Life
blooms
seed.

Swallows swoop,
titter. Minor birds
flirt with peacocks. Plumes
lush as grapes,
ova’s O’s.

Swan
in a malted barrel,
I lift my head, test
my wings.

Awkward
in air, I stumble,
fall, land
in distilled
down....

Sun cracks my head
open. Yolk
on me.

Stars dust heaven, grace
night. Glad I have been
dust, will be.

The moon beams
dry smiles. Frost,
I glow.

Dust of dust, I blaze
night. Embrace

day.

— inspired by the works of Douglas Bishop

Within this canvas
of blue-green gold,
pink petals
lick burrs.

Wild lions
sip dainty cups,
heads crowned
with powder tears.

Seeds from tongues
run like children
in rain,

butter
and thistle.

At dawn’s crack, rough hands
sweat earth, know
there is time to plant,
grow, reap must.

Today’s seed births tomorrow’s
seed. The best crop
let go. Sweetest victories,
always,
beyond taste.

Wise hands grow old, find life
life, rest
no stone, soft land,
turn

peace.

Is it better to have one
act, than to be Hamlet
scene after scene?

I hear a voice say, "Only
humans can be inhumane, but some people,
some acts are plainly not human."

Doubt is good, but makes one choice plain— be
the beast you are or accept
divine spark, rite,
retribution.

The voice chides, "The high road
is dry. The weight of world
withers will. Drinking and power
do not mix."

Strength, the dark side of moon, must brush against
what goes bump, find rest,
peace between sheets. Better

one act,
than be
Hamlet

scene after scene.