Windswept

Small white wings flutter, striving for stability in a flushing breeze.

The wind is, itself, is indifferent to the end of its dying breath.

The little symbol of purity vanishes in its gift of flight.

Wrens rest their wings and scurry like raptors on the abandoned roadway.

I stand still to watch them move. Is it I or them who is more aloof?

Story Tellers

 Our lives, so covetously personal, are only parts of the stories woven beyond our understanding by unseen hands; yet we are given more than hands to craft personal lives.

 Eventually, the line between lives and stories are blurred in the seduction of seeing both as one in the same.

 Pride in the craft of building one's own, fosters prominence (even exclusivity) toward the delusion of perceiving there being only one story (a true one) while the secret scribe observes their fallacy of a beginning and an end. 

Unhitched Pendulum

The unhitched pendulum
succumbing to gravity
narrowing the diminutive distance
in swings to and fro between
tolerance and intolerance,
freedom and serfdom,
justice and injustice,
victory and defeat

Sucking each of us
toward the bottom center
to anchor in silence
when all comes to rest.

Dark Rain

A ubiquitous atmosphere of uncertainty
drenched in the stench of distrust
precipitates its parts per billion onto the social fabric
that fortifies collaboration, consensus, and unity
within the tapestry of civil administration.

Dirigible narratives buoyantly navigate the cloudy sky
and glide on the charged particles of repulsion and attraction,
igniting flash points of violence with subsequent roars
and rumbles that diminish signals of assurance
amid the noise.

Dark rain spawns poker- faced fauna
in floral pockets of unintelligible chat and laughter
while girders of cohesion passively crumble
and hope fades to murk in the reclusive exercise
of a preferred silence.

Surroundings

A gentle breeze thrusting small yellowed leaves
wobbling in a short parade
spinning like flat rocks
pitched across the surface of a pond

but in a lofty descent
delicate and graceful
in the briefly sustained trajectory
driven by the airy wisp
seating them sparsely
like the simultaneous landing of sky divers
in a field of grass.

Maker of Wonders

Maker of wonders
wonders
Holding the power
to stop and go
goes

Missing the mark makes mysteries
and gives rise to the birth of context
perfectly

What is perfection without contrast
to be reasonably established?
The unintentional stain
sustained without sanctification

Like all living things
it lives then dies
intermittently in troughs
throughout the frequency of existence

Yesterday's Rain

Yesterday's rain stranded shallow pools
cupped in the sandy and pebbled creek bed
tranquilly resting where the remnants of rainfall
no longer push a fluid stream beyond
what nature had strewn in its path over time.

A calm and serene offering to rooted plants
and trees bordering the narrow vein
claimed by the water lane
bound to deliver the solvent cargo
to its lowest point.

Halted in sculpted basins already carved
granting an unselfish drink on one side
nestled placidly and comfortably today.

Yesterday's rain droplets had clung to high leaves
and twinkled like stars
jostled by a mildly drifting breeze
in silence under widespread sunshine.

Abandoned by the mute swiftness of the glimmering stream
treetops swayed like cheering race fans
as the sparkling gleam of hurried ripples gleaned
over and around fallen twigs newly acquainted
with sandstone rocks of more longstanding residence.

Listening for something I yearned to hear
like unasked questions to my readily made answers

or good news.

Brightly puffed and contoured cumulus clouds moved
through a magnanimous and calmly cheerful blue sky.
A cardinal darted through it whispering good news
in my soul that I wasn't far from home.