Some day
One day
I will be dead and buried
And somehow
It is comforting.
As I return from a long day's walk
Wishing only to lie in the water,
As the child sleeps on my arm,
As the old men watch,
As the frog hops away from my foot.
The black water sparkles through the trees.
Soon I shall rest
And wake again.
And someday,
one day,
I shall close my last eyes.
It does not matter if I rest alone
or if the rain comes.
I shall rest.
he wanted to see his brother afraid. the kind of mortal, sweating, eyes-like-a-terrified-animal fear he'd felt himself. the kind of fear he'd seen, and caused, in so many others--but never where he wanted to see it. never his brother.
black, blue, red
sky, night, blood
the last moon has set
the stones walk
black, blue, red
love, death, rebirth
the rose has spoken
the songs rise
black, blue, red
paper, water, stone
the pen has given itself
the mists speak
Terhouse above
Riven bark in wake of lightning
Eagle lands
Every feather settles
Torn house below
Riven dreams
Every child cries
Every tear runs down the bark
Trunk twisted by wind
Roots gripping naked stone
Every drop of soil precious
Eagle cries below
Torn heart above
Rending tears
Every soul in wake of sorrow
Every pain cradled in branches
There is a cloudy spot on the pond. Reflections faded and distorted, pines turned to pine-green abstracts. Is the water speaking?
Ripples spread as always.
What is the world
through the eyes of a moth?
cicada
eva cricket
it is summer
and it is hot
polska!
song polska
waiting polska
tree polska
flute polska
freefoot polska
(rock you in waltz time)
death polska
word polska
breath polska
bird polska
love polska
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