Diversity, Inclusion
Flame flickers on log Dancing delight destruction Reverie of life These poems, paw prints In the snow of love and loss New springs melt away Remembrance heaven, Haven of lost illusion In which I stay true History reminds What was all of mindless first, Too late to reverse Trident of flame leaps Up from century old log, Reaching for nowhere I arrange myself Across the vast range of me, Tiny as one not A sunny sojourn Of a winter day, shadow Calligraphy, me Murmuring of log As moisture seeps out its edge Heated by burning I am listening Without need to understand The fact of freedom I pitch my hammock To rest in uncertainty Between two old trees I’m grazing myself It’s touch and go all the way As I ruminate Commentariat Try to rig Ezekiel’s Chariot, can’t do Garden of today Brings flowers of yesterday At last to full bloom Dare the lark know dark, Bring faint rapture of starlight Trembling to dawn song? Mother was boulder In my path, not bold enough To let herself be Mind is brightly bird Startling me from bough to bough Slipping free in song Dual infinities Of Beethoven and Tolstoy Hints of my inside On the edge of night Dawn and twilight display each Inverse tremulo