Yes the sun is still shining
Know the waters are cool
Hey it’s just hay, won’t go away
So dip in your toes, brother fool
Children and War
Fire in the skies
Rubble on your street
Water in your eyes
Washing out deceit
Sweet be your patience
Consequences
Cloud and rain, breath and brain
One must blow that the other remain
Dusty leaf and pregnant thought
Lost in the cloud your breath has brought
Word and Wind
Word like wind cuts through you
Withers all but true you
Dogged
Bow, bough
Rough bark
Shade
Rustle
Shoot
Stalk
Mirth
Beware these clouds of heedless mirth
No telling what they’ll send to earth
Getting There
This night is so dark
or have I gone blind
I falter and fall
left my senses behind
I’m drunk on the spirits
that flow through my mind
This city is covered
in thorn
I stumble through streets
of every light
cast shadows of sin
on this carpet of night
I taste every sample
of tasteless delight
And die wishing I were
not born
I turn into Crescent
And look down the lane
I see many doors
there’s one that looks plain
I fall to my knees
and I wince from the pain
this journey has brought me
I’m torn
I crawl very slowly
up into the moon
Its light is so pleasant
Wish it won’t go soon
I feel so much better
My hope’s in this June
I’m through, now I wait for
the morn
The Path Ahead
The path ahead seems narrow
Beware your eyes’ deceit
It opens up to meet the courage
Of determined feet
Draw
Twelve-year-old drew this segment of our bedroom’s prairie-facing wall with incredible ease. I’ve got to get kid into an art class.
And yes, I had to write something to mark the effort.
Stain glass bowl
By itself
Sitting on
The bookcase shelf
Flanked by drapes
Aegean blue
Sheers white
All watching you
Draw them
Shut
Learning
We study and learn
Of ways we can earn
A title and salary
Letting us churn
Out words in a manner
Sophistic and dry:
What thinkers discern
Over crackers and chai