Driftwood Deerface

Notice what you project
On faces you see in the otherworld.
That deerface in the driftwood
Did he surprise with his antlers
But disappoint with his dark eyes?

Notice what you project
On faces you see in the otherworld.
Did his deepset eyesockets
Hold a sorrow and fear caught
In the glare and stare of the world?

Notice what you project
On faces you see in the otherworld.
Did those noble ears rear over
His brow, that driftwood prow
Crowned by ancient root antlers?



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.

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