A noble
Temperament and mien
In years of
Living proud
And running effortlessly
Along the meadow

Friend of her
Who’s loved him longest
She who waits
By fences
In the summer neath the shade
With smiling apple

The spirit
Shared mysterious
Of two who
Know deep each other’s secrets
Do she and Hasib


count to three,
push off together:
no worries,
no stresses,
just a straight blue elation
you still had in you

we may lose
much we ever had,
but reclaim
in a rush
what we never really lost,
just quit accessing

bodies and spirits,
letting go:
unity, simplicity,
in wind and water

thoughts from a forest path

stopped here once
when life was thoughtless;
lost but found,
somewhere between and astride
alive and wasting —

then, you said,
in times yet to come,
we would know,
and would feel;
but now, i’m a wooden bench,
hard and unyielding —

the green grows,
and the saplings breathe;
the wind cries
moving through,
for it has no home, nor bed,
just a restless fate