The infinite hand

No trees have the same branches

No leaves the same veins

 If people had roots

We would better love the earth

And cherish water

 She has lost the ebb

Her will drags like an anchor

And catches a rock

 When I am careless 

My best thoughts come unbidden

Bees drawn to nectar

 The fruitful season

Pregnant with ripening crops

Needing only rain

 With all of our words

We fathom each other less 

Than animals can

 It’s time to emerge

To expand through the thin walls

Broken shells remain

 Saturday at noon 

Pig roastin - songs and laughter 

A banjo dancin 

 The first thing you do

You got to scrape the drippings

If you want gravy

 The Chinese leader

Pointed to an ancient tree

Elder U.S.A.

 How welcome the day 

When I answered no queries

Everything as is

A line of quick fluff

The mother quail and six chicks

Scoot under a bush

 A few decisions

Scattered over a lifetime

Make the difference

 I will sit here whist

On a hill above the glen

And wait for the bloom

 If it is still free 

Will you please loan me your heart

Just for old time’s sake

Peacefully removed

From the chase of perfection

He is satisficed

 The beholden moon 

At the mercy of the sun

A pale dependent

 She rolls on her back

Exposing her soft belly

Her tail flat - relaxed

 From here on forward

Smooth and curving easily

It’s a simple road

Urgency of fall

 A bee dashes bloom to bloom

A spent petal drops

 A lark in the barn

Thrashes against the window

The door is open

 Through the west dormer

There’s a view from the attic

Of  gulls and the waves

 An axe cleaves the tree 

Slashing into the heartwood

The limbs groan with pain

 Out of the still pool

A frog jumps - lashing its tongue

The moth is ambushed

 

Sun-soaked rookery

Elephant seals crowd the beach

Blubber to blubber

Despite then and when

 (what I remember - expect)

My body is now

 Baby elephant

Seeks shelter from the fierce sun

Under its mother 

It was a dim plot

 A brief unshadowed drama

Without a climax

 god a metaphor

jesus a philosopher 

divine in all things

 A moment of pause

Between the breath and the word

Before it’s too late

 A part of my day

Intentionally left blank

Quiet - just gazing