Fences

Fences

The sun abides today,

in glorious spring brightness:

out in my garden I browse

flowers among the bees.

I glance above me and find

tracks of jets cut the sky,

blue haze and wind-swept glow,

like Hyacinth's astral Lover.

It's said good fence, good neighbor,

but I've also heard how

a wall to keep others out

will keep oneself as well.

How much is my garden a garrison,

fenced and walled around?

And if I should look up,

what beyond this do I find?

(5/21/2009)

The Victim

The Victim

To know pain, live pain, cling to pain,

what then is

given back to others?

To know joy, live joy, cling to joy,

how might that

turn around better?

(5/19/2009)

May

May

The meadow lies flat on its

back between homes and roads.

Green whiskers and fat little

trees laze in the May sun.

Not a bee's flower touches this

tall grass in its sweet repose.

(5/9/2009)