Celebration

In plain occasion, lacking rich celebration,
Silence stammers to a soft-voiced Spring;
Stutter of anticipation, of new beginning.


It brings waking from Winter's deep sleep;
From hibernation of desire, from the coma
Of ambition.  Action is granted a possibility.


A green fecundity forces buds from twigs,
Its sap pushing forth, an emerald stream;
Not content until it lifts its head into a leaf.


Tipped to life, crowding to be hooded born
In bloom, shoots shudder into tumescence;
Brightening of bough, sweating into flower. 

Sown in Suns

The school of night is best studied in a silence,
A curriculum of contemplation, of meditation;
As the thrown rug of heaven is sown in suns
And is woven within a tapestry of spun lights,
A chorus of colors spread in vast assemblies.


Attached by a thin slender thread of gravity,
A justification of arcs and tangents underlies
This plenitude of stars: the hidden equations.


Attend the intercourse of torches of evening,
Of far fairy worlds of blazing incandescence,
In awe; in a quiet, with bold astonished eyes.

Party Politics

A curse and a condemnation befalls them
From the public they were sworn to serve;
Still they continue in the enmity unabated.


So sure are they of their own importance,
They have not noticed their constituents
Long ago deserted and abandoned them.


So they dialog with themselves, a congress
Of gnats; every argument delivered with a 
Smirk, a discourse of banality, of innuendo.


Spit sarcasm sprays small spumes of wit,
Foam topping crashing waves of ridicule;
Pulled under, the currents of anger swirl.


Hatred stalls with it the entire body politic,
Sails the ship-of-state to strand on shoals;
Stranding its passengers on passage home. 

Origins

The naming of a thing is its beginning;
Its signifying assignment makes it so.


Name thy-Self into existence.  To do so, say:
This now is who I am, and not another; not
Employee of that, nor even follower of this.
Sunder oaths and ties.  Fierce be and bold.


Be not a foolish adherent of a faith.  Nor just
Some resident of such a country.  But be at wild
And at liberty.  State your name; never your
Number.  Break the binding bonds of destiny.


Small men are obeisant and obey the times;
Great men are defiant and make their times.

Colony

We are each planet for others, a colony.
Leaves that fall in Autumn are as mulch
For trees sprouting in the Spring.  White
Water crashing salt-stained rock raises
Mists of flung spray filled with sea lives
Born in waves spun onto sandy shores.


Day unto night and night into day again,
A great sadness overcomes us for them
Gone; weighted presences from our past.
To render to spirits solace for their death,
Whistle cantrips of joy to those departed.
Pipe to vanish by cheerful plangent sound.

Spells

Magician me with such enchantments.
Fine spells spill out from play of music.
Banish misfortune.  Shorten the long
Face of worry. Summer is at canter
In pipe and chanter; the gallop season
Of lemon-pink dawns riding in on song.