Kinship With Koalas

We call on our kinship with koalas
Our complicity in this fiery Kaos
We call on rain, teeming rain
Buckets of rain raining down in Australia.
 
We call on our reptilian brain
Eons of time in evolutionary training
To call on our kinship with Koala
And other great nations of the Australian.
 
The Kangaroo and Wallaby, the Cassowary
And Emu, the other frightened nations
Of the Great Australian plains and forests
Calling on their eons of time and training.
 
We call on our kinship with koalas
Our complicity in the fiery Kaos
We call on rain, teeming rain, tears
And compassion for our Australian kin.
 
3-1-2020

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Seven Sad Ducks

I step outside and look to my left,
And suddenly I see seven of the ducks,
All ‘ducked down low’ and sitting
On the slope, their heads all the same way.

‘Which one of you is the mother?’ I wonder,
‘Or is she even one among you?’
I’m struck by the fact that I couldn’t tell,
All seven sitting quietly looking the same,
Their heads all pointing the same way.

All I know is I’m worried ’bout the babies,
There were 8, then 6, then 5, and now 4.
And I haven’t seen any this morning.
So yeah, which one is the mother in mourning?

What’s a mourning duck look like?
Is she cemented in grief by 6 of her kin?
Siting up there on the sloping lawn,
Chastened by the night that brought this dawn,
Their beaks all pointing the same way.

My Backyard

My backyard
Used to be mine
Before my landlady
Moved the chickenhut.
Now she comes on down
Like I imagine she fancies
She’s rolling down a tunnel
Long and smooth, past Tony’s
Twice a day to let the chickens run.

My backyard
Is a sloping square
Where I fill up on nature
Out by the firepit and duckbath.
But I gotta work on it ’cause my friend
She comes on down and I greet her warmly
And we talk together of ducklings and firewood
But really she wants to tell me the music’s too loud.

Meditate!

There’s meditation
And then there’s meditating.
When one wants to meditate
One tells oneself to meditate.
‘Meditate!’ one says to oneself.

Upon which one meditates
And wonders why one speaks to oneself
In such a manner.
The wonderer, the ‘Meditate!-or’,
The meditator beyond them both.

Entering Again

Why wouldn’t the wise man
Want to enter again a life?
Finding out what is allowable
In this new domain, this realm,
This future, this ‘otherwhere’ and
‘Otherwhen’, this next chapter.

As a child, what society around him
Would smile benignly as he would
Brag, assert, demonstrate, argue,
Test, hypothesize, explore and discover.
Til his former will was tempered
In the love of this evolved world,

The child, seemingly and evidently,
A denizen of former assumptions.

 

11-7-19

Hiding Our Fears

In the pleasure of our
Self-expression
Lies the capacity
Like a snake
For us to hide like it was a taboo.

And turning away
We act this out
And mask our expression with assertion.
The right to explore our taboos.
Aggression, deception,
Trickery, doubt.
Like a child wondering what is allowable.

Would that we witness ourselves
And be witnessed in our joys.

 

11-7-19

Cat Grazing

Getting up early
Placing the chair where
I can witness for once (out of bed)
“The Arrival of the Ducks”
(followed by the pair of doves).

Scattering the cat biscuits
Far and wide like
I am sowing seed in the dawning light
When arrives Frodo the Cat
Who softly, with surprise, grazes.

 

11-7-19

What Man Was Jesus?

Jesus of my aspiration
What soft wisdom did you possess?
In long-haired dark-skinned manhood
What conviction did your body bear thus?

Through you what faith of ages
Were we able to perceive?
What infinity and eternity
In endless eyes and breath?

When you wore the soft cloths
Of garment that touched your feet,
How tall was the soft-folded hood
That touched your gentle forehead?

What eyes shadowed in their fire
Burned with infinite mystery beneath?

 

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The Breath Of Jesus

(Christchurch shooting, 15-3-19 RIP)
 
‘The Breath of Jesus’
Stems from Surah 5.110 of the Qur’an
In which Jesus makes a model bird out of clay,
And, by breathing upon it, brings it to life.
 
May the Breath of Jesus
Spoken in Christian Bible and Islamic Koran
Take the clay bird of this clay world,
Breath upon it, bring it to new life.

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