Let’s up sticks, new tricks

Build with something more than bricks

Are we lunatics?

When did you erupt

A volcano in my heart

Missed you from the start

Spheres encircle spheres

From micro into macro

The ego clings tight

I would sail between

The trees and their reflection

If only the wind

Autumn leaves may rust

But soon they’ll spring from the dust

Recycling with trust

Heron grey clouds lift

Saffron sun sings summer shades

Apricot lake haze

Mired in murky mist

Smoke mixed in billowing tryst

Mirrored in cloud kiss

Copper crowns cropper

Scattered across scarred scavenge

Tilt us into tilth

Life still flourishes

In the beauty of decay

Rise and fall again

Through reeds and rushes

Lifting lashing lofty rays

Raise my heavy eyes

Life in the unknown

Patience continues to grow

Learning to let go

The towers we build

Become looming oppressors

Then, gradually, dust

Smoke rolls over mist

Circles into buckets hiss

Sparks clenched in gloved fist

Can the way to God

Be barred to those who can’t pay?

Why are you building?

Watchman on the bar

Guard our gates from men afar

Keep the door ajar

A bridge is just a

Tunnel by another name

I will take either

If we were followed

By a mirror, everywhere

Would we lose our minds?

Opportunity

Lies between who I am and

Who I want to be

The moon’s solid pull

Drags us up and down the beach

Stone washed pebble dash

Canopy closes

Shielding her desolate womb

As microbes return

Russet outlines catch

Lowering glimmers of day

Clocks can’t change the way

Light drives out darkness

Life goes on after sadness

Love drives away fear

Sudden silent swoop

Scatters yellowing leaf drop

Like spattered scree shot