• This great division of space. •
And the untamed plants.
Pose as domestic pets -
slide along its faded railings.
Casing draughty walls,
tethered to rafters loose lashing;
hanging in jungle green.
I clean up the wild flowers
that float in the a i r, without
explanation, without wrong measure.
Is as it comes -
I am ashamed that this is all I want.
A testament to solitary hawks in the upper branches.
Flutter in memory carefree cardinals
in this leaf-strewn place,
Dragonflies form wing-prayers
We kneel and peel our shoes off,
drop our feet to sleeping grass
to be closer to the narrow splendor.
Peacocks honk rough phrases, asking anyone.
Commuting the tracks, between valley stream.
I linger limbo roads
On the jungly drive,
pass a farm that repeats
its exotic fruit tree, the elbows of orange blossoms
Guava groves, avocado arsenal,
saturated ocean views beyond pestyflower frills.
At the life proof gate. This world is untidy
with its muddy banks, with its eyes.
1000 flower bloom
Listening feral fowl, ungulate shake
Retirees friendly fire,
Long forgotten barbwire crossing creeks
the mountain lost in a sea of green
This land, like me, is free
To live a less domesticated dream
About my homestead in Hawaii. A cabin that falls somewhere between Lincoln log / LEGO looking safari tent is the muse. As well as the surrounding areas.