Speckle/breasted thrasher chucks the one-eye;
tschuck!…tschuck!…tschuck! he warns and scolds
perceived encroaching. Sorry, I mumble at his cry.
How did I reach this instant, this soul plateau,
accepting censure from an ill-mannered bird….
his chirps articulate, more true than mine;
their spring pure unlike my struggling words
failing to fathom their season, their place in time?
Clinking gossamer of phantom links
Weak as will, strong as adoration,
Binds us One from our separate shores,
At times, dangling to currents tumult,
Jerking, teasing a tangled bereavement.
But, at times, tensing to beams of bliss.
Gaia reveals the truth, at times,
Not subtly, but rocking….tumbling
What we deem rock and tumble proof.
That flora in that window box,
So bright and white and red; erect
Despite this freeze? Distance deceives
Our naive hearts and eyes effortlessly.
Scent would have squealed; revealed the fib.
Too high the price a sniff demands?
We “hem and haw” and she larks.
Our claims of dominion, our crow,
As meaningless as plastic blooms.
poetic license….
flung to lime pond scum…“There frog!”
Nonrefundable!
Honeybees…. zing…zing
Divining pure sustenance
I take it from them!
Winters harsh dream gone…
yet…seeping residue…angst
path on cracked blue ice.
“What does the lake feel?”
Emerald depth
cold weighed down resisting
dreaded ascension
dead leaves rasp the street
smashed turtle at our feet—blood
caution—slow approach
respectful soft sniff
looking up to me—confused?
unable to speak
blinded windows locked
fireflies taunting us…blink…glow
mystic in plump dusk
shells fall as spring rain…
the widows child dies…and yet
hearts are leaping pups
Belated Words 