On these things and more

When all about you is tornado
And despair
Think on the unrelenting scale of space
And the persistence of a seed
Think on those eyes shut melodic moments
On limbs everywhere responding to rhythm  
Think on those who share what they have
And when more room is made at the table
Count the ways we look beyond ourselves

When all about you is indifference
And cruelty
Dwell on ravished land restored
And moments of play and creation
Dwell on the glimmering touch of rain
And the vulnerability of honest communication
Live in the unfurling flourish of a fern
In that spiral eddy of a lazy river
Then measure the scale of our collective imaginations 

When all about you is shaking
And sorrow
Keep pace with the surging voices for fairness
And the flight path of a swift
Keep pace with roads blocked in the name of peace
And every night spent under an open sky
On taking a stand and being stood by
See the shape of smoke at fireside cooking
Weigh the immediate joy of gratuitous giving

When all about you is yawning
And broken
Meditate on our distance from the stars
And your footprint on the sand
On the expediency of a feather
Hear stillness and singing and laughter
Meditate on first smiles and last smiles
And a gaze returned
On lifting up another's voice, on pause, on listening
Sense the pleasure in logic and the art of intuition

Yes, ruminate on justice, purity and goodness
Know the quiet truth of your changing feelings

Know that people are taking risks for beauty


A Celebration (BC)

I cherish the imprint of that day at the beach when we gathered together
Before duty solidified and we understood our new reality
When the spread of disease was a tremor on another shore
Still we greeted each other awkwardly, the usual embraces blocked   
Our gaggle of friendship both bonded and stretched by uncertainty
Sense of time stalling, future oblique, for some work already lost

Walking in pairs there is speculation over what more will be lost
The footstep rhythm gives traction, we are drawing strength together
Learning from one another what our response can be to uncertainty
We have met to be held by the landscape, the ground of reality
Outside wide open, our community will not remain blocked
Tracing the glorious flourishes of a slow river to the shore

Shoes off now, warm soles, dirt turns to sand on the shore
Sunlight thrashes over a new horizon, it finds us lost
This global concern so intimate our collective future blocked
Radiating heat and truth the earth is holding us together
So many in danger of falling through the cracks, this is the reality
The fault lines were already there, let there be no uncertainty

Wind whips through my hair, clarity replaces uncertainty
The glance and drag pattern of the sea strokes a glistening shore
Ripples rush off packed sand, it is an iridescent reality
In a totally new way I am in this moment, lost
Our smiles touch and this fresh presence we all share together
Hushed conversation gives way to laughter we are no longer blocked

Somewhere certain elite scramble to profit from disaster, they are blocked
I have a fleeting hope they will change, or listen, or melt into uncertainty
Meanwhile clothes are abandoned, the gentle waves call us together
Swimming is life, we breathe in a cleansing, inhale the shore
Sand falling through time, a groaning system forever lost
Perhaps we are in the birth pains of a new reality

We dance to warm up, born is a playful reality
May this world wide tragedy flush out all that is blocked
Let us struggle and dream for what might be gained as well as lost
Where there is wisdom let it be claimed by submitting to uncertainty
We dash off dunes, rejoice in the sun, give thanks to a cartwheeling shore
Devising games, sharing and innovating this is how we are together

That day we were not lost but present with reality
In lockdown may we be alone together and not remain blocked
Remembering the stability of our shared uncertainty on the pristine shore


Another Now

Our imagination is in a wild dance with reality
Feral thoughts collide and
populate new territories of the brain
Iodine stains creep across the
stretch of a prostrated mind
Darker tinges leak into one another
Pollute innocence
Create dissonance

I divert the sinister advance with movement
In my body
One foot forward and twist and shake
Rhythm and breath transfer to stillness
Shook silent

Seeking the quiet creases of
this pickled fist of panic
Where all that is good swirls
I pay attention there
Grasping hold of precious fluid
White matter dashes with light
and waits for the dark

Ascending to a higher place
Look outward
Feel this moment
Follow the fissures
to hope
which waits in
Another Now


Walking in the dark

Walking under street lamps
Light to his inner broil
Abscence of work is toil
No direction

He doubts each breath he takes
Shadows shrink and get bent
The dance of discontent
Passion nowhere

City fox strikes a path
In the past friendships led
For the people he bled
No plans for self

Too much on another
Owl, wolf, tree still mortal
Death a one-way portal
His own waiting

Crescent moon rests obscured
His faith on shifting ground
Still located around

Like the lamps and the moon
He must find his own light
An inner hunger bright
Yet still borrowed

Who generates passion?
What star shines on and on?
Love when the heat is gone
Live for each other


Moon in orbit

Staring at the full moon
The last of a decade
Grateful eyes on a steady truth

It is the night before the election

Under the patient pearl of the moon
I am pacing and shaking
I have all sorts in me
All kinds of gravity

Hoping for the conviction to hope
The bravery to hope for something
I hope I have it
What a privilege this vague sentiment is
I have not done enough for those
that consider hope a luxury or a necessity
Instead of a plaything

Holding everyone I have ever known
somehow in time and space
Every moment of eye contact
Every conversation
Every stumbled exchange
Under the milk of the moon
The sum of every person’s kindness
culminates and converges in unity
In moments of compassion and clarity

Scared that all this is just words
Next to cold practical considerations
of getting through life
Next to the bitter confusions of conflicting facts
And the anonymity of the non-gaze
of that puckered lunar rock in the endless sky  

So much pain and suffering in the world
Now is there more or is it less than before
Is that even the question

More people
More potential
More strain
We are a strain of something more

something larger

An effervescent  
heart in a body responding to the moon

something vital is trying to gain traction