Poetry, 'an open secret'

-Thomas Carlyle

 

Quiet

The bears are sleeping

You must choose to do nothing

 

Garden

Morning.

Crow calls.

Listen longer.

Hear the songbirds,

It is you I dream of.

 

When will the last of the rains fall?

 

The birds,

they must build their nests,

sing their calls.

Things take time.

 

If we give peace,

we will have peace.

If we give love,

we will get love.

 

If we spread happiness...

 

Sometimes,

it is difficult.

To place one foot in front of the other,

and to remember:

No matter the destruction,

There will always be

someone, somewhere

who has planted flowers.

 

The Lightness of Being

This world is not

made of straight lines

or stillness.

Do you notice the sea

water as it moves in and out

carving the shore?

 

I stand, breathing.

The rose hips have dried, but

still hang from the bush limbs.

 

I try not to step on the jellyfish,

for their sake.