Doubt
rains down
like hunger creed
false smiling me.
White noise
tired eyes -
mumble handed
wails
all minded in ignorance.
Dread and burning sand.
Last breed’s last cry,
second best last try.
Don’t let it last.
Make it,
Stop.
Shiny apples tease
With scent of promises
With Summer dusted skin
With polished tone
They sing to me
Perfect veined in selfish sun
and nourished by the want
Of one.
Shiny apples call
Intent on Autumn fall
Intent on dusky hands
Intent on cherished clasp
They come to me -
So rarely caught in hold
and needful grasp.
Shiny apples spoil -
How fate turns them all
How soon they heed
How truth can be
They lie to me
To catch my eye
To hold my mind
No time
to wonder
why.
By ushered dawn
I’ll whisper long,
By winds since gone
I’ll sigh.
By fountains bold
I’ll summon hold,
By ancient song
I’ll try.
By stars above
I’ll call on love,
By mountains tall
I’ll cry;
By limbs of oak,
By none things spoke,
By thread of Nature’s cloak,
I now invoke.
Much more,
Than I.
Once,
I had a thought.
It was small
It was vulnerable
And it was very brave.
Like a tiny fish
Without a shoal
Lost and circling,
And puffing-up
Two times -
maybe four.
Couraged gainst
The sharpened teeth
By some pretence
This little fish,
This little thought
Swam on.
To be calmer
To try to understand
To dwell and
Know other minds.
To remember all things
No matter how small
To catch the shapes
In blurring wheels
I cannot see.
To try to be
Wise,
Is want to be -
Part of else
Apart from
Me.