Framing the Present
Plundering riches and pillaging poems
blind me like a dazzling and radiant emblazoned sunrise
allowing the potential to unfold to become more full, more than.
We are all held, the living and the dead
what has survived?
Intricate filigree of dill
stirring them to dance, rise and fall, slip and fall away
a blush of blue on the horizon
I can see the one sky with colours that dip over the horizon
and new lands can be found, different worlds, and other people
with other ways of living.
Do we love without a return ticket?
This Accepting Window
I walk this path everyday
fitting perfectly in
sometimes I trip and fall
walking alone in the woods
it is a humble kind of love
in these long days and short days
it is a kind of love.