This Way to Blank
Having blown out ninety five candles
On the way to Blank,
I wonder why the celebrations.
In no way responsible for initiating the journey,
Arriving from the inner dark
Tiny, nude, hugnry and terrified.
Unable to rise, sit, walk, talk, reason,
Nor survive unassisted,
We bravely head for our ultimate dust.
An orbit later the anniversary of our entrance
Is held, lighted by a single flame.
From that moment ’til the scythe harvests us,
We move from “I’ll live forever” to pondering:
Why the celbrations
andWhat lies beyond the Blank?
All the while
Trying to tread
In the prints ofa humble Galilean
“Where Late the Sweet Birds Sang”
Black arms and fingers reaching to the blue,
Bleak silhouettes of former forest green.
Their choresters flown to warmer, humid climes,
Now silence reigns where summer hymns of praise
Were raised by cardinals, wrens and finches gold
Nestled in those arms’ and fingers’ strong embrace.
These “bare ruined choirs” will in the Spring leaf out and
Echo to those lovely feathered songsters once again.
These reassuring returns endure.
“It’s going to come out all right – do you know?
The sun, the birds, the grass – they know.
They get along – and we’ll get along.”
Words of a Feather
I found a feather
At the foot of a sheer face
In a muffin half.
Was my sleek find
Lost when its cliffdweller,
Driven home by the voice
Of a cumulus cloud,
Fell afowl of a needle eyed hawk
Youth is in its essence
Vibrant, musically glowing.
It is eternal, immortal;
Body acts, mind half knowing.
Time unknown to tall, bright youth
Moves past in careless certainty
Today is full but all too short;
Tomorrow is expected entity.
Life and love and liberty
Flowing through young, strong veins,
Thought and act and tongues show clear
That hate has not the reins.
Blossom, dawn and petal spreading,
Light and rain and earth-warm growth:
Then does Youth in mind and body feel
Self and soul forever growing.
Knowest thou, tall youth, that breathless dawn
Bows to quiet night, petals fall
When nectars drunk, and when all’s gone
Hate lives on! Mortal youth need not its call!