Irony is her cursor
in a field with little yield,
as jungled laws prove their tenacity has merit.

Nonetheless, Fate, skillfully attributes Life
with a magically different set of circumstancess,
one that whispers of a darker loveliness.

And so, as with the heart of any Mother
she finds favor in the serendipitous manner,
that Life's winds highlights her exotic beauty.

The ferry arrives in the deep green water valley
where we wait rocking on the wharf,
brooding bush behind us
and the bird calls intermittent now
and less urgent.

The engines churn into overload, reversing
and the slave ship rattle
of the deck hand's throw and slide
seems almost mythic.

The quiet commuters,
patient as fishermen
and the young girls in their shorts
laugh into the white wash
and share secrets

Did you ever realize
trees have a life
no soul
human beings
as much as trees produce seeds
and as they seed fresher ones
we to newer generations

after the weeds in the sea
we were like fixated trees
quite some billions of years thence
we did to travel commence
on all fours
do you know or want to know more
we all were trees once before.

JOURNEY

Leaves fall golden crimson red
on a cold autumn ground
and taken by the wind
twirling round
they dance their dance
of the dead
like souls heaven bound
in communion

Les feuilles couleur dór
cramoisie
sur une terre froide d'automne
tombent
emportées par le vent
en rond
elles dansent
leur danse des morts
comme les àmes
vers les Cieux'
en communion s'enfuient