When the World Began

Was it an atom
a spark
a thought
a hope
was it self aware?

Did it know how it would end.
when the world began?

Felled

We spent a windy hour
in the company of trees
watched river flow below,
rested in birdsong and
the dance of green leaves.
We did not expect death
to block our path, bright
treetop, still green, wind
severed, broken on the trail,
slender trunk cut clean,
standing still against
seductive,destructive gusts.
It could have been you.
It could have been me.
Some day it will be.

On my Own String

I am a bead
on my own string.
My pattern song
flows strong.
No clumsy fingers
push me along.

Beyond

Beyond answers
lie more questions.
Beyond the absolute,
more mysteries swirl.
Beyond endings
new beginnings call.

In Times of Deep Sorrow

In times of deep sorrow
every night, a winter
hope costs too much
every step, a marathon
joy flits away
every kindness, a lifeline
in times of deep sorrow.

Precursor

Breeze last night felt fresh,
enlivened sleepy house.
Delighted by breeze,
I missed it's prediction
of thunder storm,
now flooding the street.

Sea

Sea rolls out,
day after day,
night after night.
Birth death emotional
context irrelevant
pattern continues,
nothing ends or begins.
Sea rolls in.