Dec 2023
JUST IS
( for Jeremy )
a bird sings
the morning
into being
the sky itself
seems
to emerge note by note
from its tiny throat
as if
it sings sunlight
a bud opens
colouring the air
with the scent of itself
the grass laughs
with delight
in all its thousand green voices
my naked feet
stepping through
its words
a flock of dandelions
alights about
my toes
sunlight
becomes
the world
“I am the here
and now!”
it announces
season's greetings
sap rises
without a second thought
it
just -
"is"
a feather flutters
as I watch time pass
amongst the garden's trees
wondering what bird
owned this
balanced upon my palm
it takes to the air
as if it were the bird itself
a feathered fractal
a sudden gust
blows a rook off course
it stands its ground upon the air
returning to where it was before
the wind played its practical joke
oh how the other rooks chuckle
a cloud does an impression
of Merlin the Magician
then in time
impersonates
itself
being a cloud again
a lark skates upon a sky
as if it were
the bluest thinnest ice
that it may
fall through
into some other dimension
a butterfly half drunk on flight
pretending to be
a flower...flying
a willow bows to me
I bow to it
humbled by its grandeur
I, the least needed here
all this would happen
without my mind
my eyes given
the privilege of such seeing.
I, a mere observer
trapping in words
what can not be
trapped in words
Time drifts and I am left
with all this beauty
the beauty just in being.
*
I saw these things when I was seven and I felt them intensely but had no words for them...I knew them but didn't know how to know them in words. I can still see and feel them to this very day so I thought surely now I have the words to explore them...I only had to wait 54 years to be able to explore them....this is an attempt to capture the beauty that overwhelmed the child but took seed in him and hopefully bloomed into being once again. One attaches words to things only to see the words fall off! Some of these words have appeared to held on!
( for Jeremy )
a bird sings
the morning
into being
the sky itself
seems
to emerge note by note
from its tiny throat
as if
it sings sunlight
a bud opens
colouring the air
with the scent of itself
the grass laughs
with delight
in all its thousand green voices
my naked feet
stepping through
its words
a flock of dandelions
alights about
my toes
sunlight
becomes
the world
“I am the here
and now!”
it announces
season's greetings
sap rises
without a second thought
it
just -
"is"
a feather flutters
as I watch time pass
amongst the garden's trees
wondering what bird
owned this
balanced upon my palm
it takes to the air
as if it were the bird itself
a feathered fractal
a sudden gust
blows a rook off course
it stands its ground upon the air
returning to where it was before
the wind played its practical joke
oh how the other rooks chuckle
a cloud does an impression
of Merlin the Magician
then in time
impersonates
itself
being a cloud again
a lark skates upon a sky
as if it were
the bluest thinnest ice
that it may
fall through
into some other dimension
a butterfly half drunk on flight
pretending to be
a flower...flying
a willow bows to me
I bow to it
humbled by its grandeur
I, the least needed here
all this would happen
without my mind
my eyes given
the privilege of such seeing.
I, a mere observer
trapping in words
what can not be
trapped in words
Time drifts and I am left
with all this beauty
the beauty just in being.
*
I saw these things when I was seven and I felt them intensely but had no words for them...I knew them but didn't know how to know them in words. I can still see and feel them to this very day so I thought surely now I have the words to explore them...I only had to wait 54 years to be able to explore them....this is an attempt to capture the beauty that overwhelmed the child but took seed in him and hopefully bloomed into being once again. One attaches words to things only to see the words fall off! Some of these words have appeared to held on!
