Poem for Today

Color

In the world of no color,

Scarred white with the stain of the sun,

The coloured man ambles.

Rolling his feet through the sand-

Looking for belonging,

And finding only the sharp, spiked 

Granules of love.

Poem for Today

The Lives of the Animals

A sharp breeze,
From the grey morning.
It curls the kitten tighter into its mother.
The wind swirling its fur back against its body.

The black swallows struggle,
Carving the air,
Flat  as discs.

And the people suffer, 
With ailments, and grief, and death,
A million curses and aches,
Bound up with strings of human life.

But the animals live on,
Our travails are not for them.
Their story is written in the streets,
And forests, and salt water, and sand,
In the empires of mud and cold.

I look down at my hand.
And the ants are climbing upon it again.

Poem for Today

Light

Finally the first glimpse of light,

Hours into this night time drive,

The dusty mirror reflects patches of pink soaked cloud,

Like the marks on my dogs nose,

The day brings relief.

Poem for Today

Travel

Pointed cone of engine in flight,

Twirling and buzzing, 

Angry or benign,

I sit gazing at the darker arc of your blades,

The edges, promising travel and destruction.

Poem for Today

Animals in the Cold

Shivering makes me a puppet,
Dancing to the crystal strings of a deep,
and enrobing cold.

Suddenly, the shaking is in one limb, even just one muscle,
Then its another.
Movement and pause in untimed waves.

Yet, the twitching and its effects,
Become a type of relief.

Ahead, a sleek and low slung coyote crosses the chilled morning road.
Aware, controlled, purposeful.

Turning its angular head,
It gazes at me for a moment,
Then it moves on.
It knows it has nothing to fear from the trembling man.

Poem for Today

Walking in Fields

Talking to the sunflowers in the evening,

Their heads are down, 

Arched very low,

In a terrible despair,

As if they see nothing left.

I tell them not to be afraid,

That their love will be back tomorrow,

I know it will be better for them.

I speak to them,

Because it make me less alone,

And like them, I am also looking at the ground, 

But at least I can keep moving.

August 2014

Poem for Today

Galaxy

Topography of morning,

As the sun skittles over the canvas of your body.

The wandering galaxy of my life,

It is written,
In the twinkling freckles and dark stars,

Flowing over your naked back.

Gleaming like a negative night,

Obverse of the sky.

My lips touch the inclined hill of your shoulder,

And your eyes finally open.

June 2014