i watched two ducks
one laid upon the wet ground
the other balanced
on one foot
the other foot tucked
under a white wing
each with their eyes closed
heads bobbing in peaceful sleep
as the cold rain poured down
i watched two ducks
one laid upon the wet ground
the other balanced
on one foot
the other foot tucked
under a white wing
each with their eyes closed
heads bobbing in peaceful sleep
as the cold rain poured down
watering the plants–
the daily ritual of
life giving to life
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sweeping the floor–
clearing the new debris to
reveal the old shine
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taking out the trash–
bagging faded memories
to leave by the road
the boy sat on top of the dune
his legs folded together
the wind singing in his ears
sand shone in the air
prism particles refracting
the light of the double setting sun
once every four hundred years
the two suns fell together
below the blue horizon
in an oscillating wave of green
cutting the sky from the land
where the boy sat on his dune
he sat and watched while
the wind sang in whispers
of dancing sand and burning green light
and when the last light had faded
and the wind fell in hushed silence
the sky filled with stars the boy had never seen
the long curved branches
of the willow tree reaching
for the riverbanks
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silent ferns growing
low in the black underbrush
green shoots from wet clay
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purple nightbirds perched
in the cracks of the pond rocks
reflecting the stars
the hours we spend
in silence
gazing
eyes fixed upon
our chosen iconography
yielding the fruits
of our efforts
be they bitter or sweet
i felt
the cool kiss
of morning sun
lifting fog
from the wet ground
waters edge
deep and dark
black ripples
but warm
to touch
our eyes were full
of wonder
when we first came into
the world
but now we have grown
heavy with
what we have seen
our eyelids have shut
into a half-sleep
and the wonder we once
looked upon
is no longer a miracle
so we close our eyes
and we
look into the darkness
until the light
bursts forth from
the inward world of ourselves
we look into these depths
and we
learn process digest
looking into the wonder
we see
until we can look out
again
between the shallow waters
and the deep hollows
of the mountains
the wind whistles
in yelps and howls
taking its time
up and down in
sessions of intensity
whispering through
the courtyards of stone
the winding rivers
and palaces of green
when our wheels spin
within themselves
forever in motion
we no longer seek
the drive and hunger
of the constant spin
the electric hum
the symphony of grinding
gears on gears
turning wheels in
oily machinations
shouts of metal on metal
when we now
are set in motion
we drift in currents
we are flown by winds
and carried by waves
rocked and swayed
in rhythms older than
the inception of memory
and alive with
a primordial pulse
the expansive breath
of creation’s dawn