Surrounded

Surrounded

I step across a field alone,

as bent

And tossed tall grass abreeze the world around,

Made amber-rust by hard and sunny days.

I walk

surrounded by late summer hues.

As acrobatic dragon-flies nearby,

Hunt

two or three, surprise by angles' speed,

Half drunk, half keen, their territorial chase

I watch,

then pass them by on my own way.

I find

no thing, just grasses' drying stalks – and:

Time is th' entombment of this bodily Being.

A palpable force, we must contend, and join

Each,

cut by moments, exceeding weight or wind.

(10/21/2009)

Ubi sunt?

Ubi sunt?

I lonely wander meadow ruts where

Cobble rocks and soil trace forth

And stop me now at water's edge,

All steps before led to this point.

The steady breeze lifts up the pond, a

Cool tone wafts on endless breath, as

Rhythmic ripples tap the rocks, yet

All songs voiced presaged this sound.

Birds coast and fly the dusk's approach.

The water's dark beneath their feet

And noble hilltops fringe the trees.

All souls to now purchased this sight.

The sky lets blue and green on waves,

And gold is the sun on the foam.

I sit upon a shelf and peer:

All life to now was worth this wait.

(10/11/2009)

The Green Dragon Visits

The Green Dragon Visits

A guest stopped at my East window this morning,

Wearing green stripes.

With wide eyes he stared, and

Didn't say a word.

So suddenly arrived,

So sudden he moved on.

(9/13/2009)