framed by this immensity

ego seems

just one more grain of sand


attenuated

to the rhythms of

planetary respiration


as sunbeams open their last arms

to welcome night,

worry surrenders, and the aching

is enveloped for the moment —

Our Dances

In life, we take our chances, though
Those often need improving:
At times, we dance our dances with
The ones who won’t be moving

The rain may fall, the storm may rage
To drown out limb and voices —
The muddy fields that are our lives,
Our dances and
Our choices

i dream in green

i dream in green a lot (i think)
it’s something of a failing;
the farmland lies like melons, past
two eyes grown weak and ailing

still, others are more restive yet
with visions cruel, obscene –
while charity swims into mind
because
i dream
in green