Earth personal:

rich lonely soil seeks
eager seed for interaction
in growing relationship

tree root slow growth
creeps cell by cell
cracks concrete

each step forward is life until you hit that sea wall in
Corpus Christi and find your tree falling in the
forest that only you can hear and then you share that
silence not even blood flowing in your ears now you
share it with billions who came before

silence from the nearby carries my eyes past halfgrid of
horizontal holding pattern of windowblinds slicing
the night in a seduction of darkshine, taking my
mindspirit beyond this achy pillowed low roping of
room, out-up to the loose rollicking pouring of cool
hardness where half-hiding forms and glimmering bulks
with unfamiliar vertical lines are cutting across the
shade-splinters of the square portal preying on my
smallness with imaginings, soaring somehow like
Peter Pan through dark wet tressle of tree trunks and
embracing extent of branches sniffing ozone out past
unseen promise of new buds breaking into booming
agora beyond

but I perch heavily here instead and glumly wallow in
this warm velvet-lined oppression, stare startled at
white flashes emanating from the proximity of
polarized large splattering raindrops, as they carry
glowing slung spears of ions earthward from miles
above through dense half-frozen vapor of almost
forgotten winter's last stand now broached by
this past day's insistent heatrise from longing
earth as the enraptured memories return of other
bright springs to melt the crystals forming inside my
gray matter and miles high, icy clouds building
anvils heavenward beyond the hammered glass and above
my pounding head now pummeling once warm tar roof,
rivulet cooled, racing rain alive with the heat,
galloping to gathering gutters and down freshsinging
to the newshoots, preparing to gather tomorrow's
brightbounty of sunsplashes, that notion now floating
off the dark mahogany and upholstered lid which
threatened suffocation

LATER

the moon caught me by surprise floating there in the
smoke, an odd color- now blue and yellow, purple and
maybe green, ok, odd colorS
then and the tips of the trees below holding up its
unlikely bulk on their delicate tips. It must be a
balloon ready to puncture, celebrating this warmest
night yet, ignoring the smoke and it's reason but the
sirens called out and thus we knew nonetheless

ANEW THE NEXT NIGHT IT RISES

floats on feathers
blown by evening breeze
moon in cumulus

garden paths paved
with new fallen petals
soothe achy souls

breeze ruffles petals
wafts in fragrant pollen
to tickle my nose

Mist blows lightly about
dampening my face
freshening tulips

VENTURING OUT

Lake's tip sings
In bright sunshine sparking
the city rejoices

a blessed union of minds- rivulets joined in time and at
this elevation, gurgling together around the various
and sundry objects intheir path until scooped out,
splashed about, dammed or dried up and thus going
their separate ways again

amen is rarely the last word did you stop the run-off
chop up the pavement allow wild plants to grow again
amen is rarely the last word

PERIOD.

perplexed by perspective it shifts my reality into overdrive
colliding head on with the fraction of the truth I think I see
while the rest slides by in twilight obscurity
never knowing the half of it and the other half just confuses me
leaves me hanging not knowing and thats at the best of times
the rest of the time I think I know what is going on
but I'm just plain wrong but maybe thats OK-maybe its better this way
maybe I don't want no enlightenment from no self-proclaimed guru
some know-it-all from a mountaintop with no telescope,
seeing all and seeing nothing

SO

lemonade we try to make old tyme lemonade
from these horribly twisted examples of humanity
who hold these truths to be self-destructive
a declaration of of of what? bowing down to the torments
of the universe, joining in the dance of entropy,
accelerating the process tothe point of absurdity,
spinning turning falling: down, apart, outreaching:
up, toward, in; kids killing kids, tender souls torn
twisted terrified

BUT, INSTEAD,

Dance
a Millenium dance

shoes should be tossed
all in a corner
may we dance
and not trounce
each others toes? it's a promise
this new time
it's a threat
to what we knew
kindness and compassion
must be the tune
to which we dance
greed and hate must
be bounced at the door
new steps must be learned
to fit to these rhythms
to make room on the floor
for all to spin together