Life, For God’s Sake

I had the most amazing breakfast. It wasn’t much but it impressed me. I feel the need to discuss. That humankind should find any meal an interesting subject for discussion amuses me. I know why I am amused. I see the incongruity of bothering to discuss breakfast when we have God or art or politicalContinue reading “Life, For God’s Sake”

Sunflowers

Work and my season nowdone, I seek for the powerof deep wine with bread.A light touch of breeze andsun bless my head,hatless, this hourby the sunflowergarden. The tall plants are placed here as‘decor’ meant to lift spiritsbut I sense they are something more.Each one reminds ofan old woman bending,her faded hair of former yellow petal,droopingContinue reading “Sunflowers”

Conversations About God

I schemed thatbirds had conversationson a rooftop edge adjacentto the window casement.My eager heart imagined themset about a Sunday’s reflections,quiet amongst themselves. These beasts are nature’s genteel wings,feathered in the very bestgoin’-to-town-brown,and it seemed, for a moment,in private terms,they shared much more than sing-ingbefore one,then twoand three flew down,resumed attacking worms. What’s real congealsby consensus,Continue reading “Conversations About God”

The Outside Voice of God

I sat some momentsby the great lake, lazy,watching water-craftshrink to meet horizon’s final edge.Careless,I allowed imagination’sidle mind to witnessboats, birds, water, allpouring over some oft-discussedand never-discoveredflat earth fallthat, even when searched for,remains ever further. If I am correct,and Science tells it true,time’s a promontory ledge,beyond which nothing flashes,and from whichis no grand, sweeping view. ForContinue reading “The Outside Voice of God”

A Splendid Day

(It Is Such a Splendid, Sunny Day – Sophie Scholl) The garden is heavy again in bloom,wild beasts busy at their work.This stone blue water planet,the multitude stars,the green things,the creaturesmust ignore dark puffs of destructionto wend the way.What or whom can move arestepping over lifeless thingsbecause those fallen shapesare nothing more than ordinary obstacles.Continue reading “A Splendid Day”

Ducks and Rows

“Fine weather, if you’re a duck!”. That’s what I used to hear when the rain came down in buckets (ouch!) full. It is a sarcastic statement but, in a way, true. It was raining yesterday, off and on, in the manner of. I am an interested observer and noted that my neighbours had better fixContinue reading “Ducks and Rows”

The Workhouse

It’s pretty human to shirk,to shy awayfrom what looks likework butno matter his conditionor how late the hour,sooner or later, on calloused knees,each exits illusion’s bowerand punches a clock. From first breath indentured,don’t we all,whether slaving for Peter,for Paul,or Joe Blow Commercedown the block,have misted life’s hard laboursole on offer,to answerwhat a wandering dream forbode,andContinue reading “The Workhouse”

Where Did It Come From,Why Is It Here,Where Will It Go

The great river is alluring chance,it’s old, graveled edgean over-one-shoulderseductive glance.I am teased to wanting for sunny days and bright sandthat some folk say, “lies further south, around a bend, where each may go one day.” Hushed rushing quickens the hour. I fear inertia’s awful powerto draw this weak swimmer, unready,from the sheltering, familiar eddys. Through western history,the same books boreContinue reading “Where Did It Come From,Why Is It Here,Where Will It Go”