Cropped and framed
Colour corrected and edited
Burnished and patinaed
To make a picture
That tells the story
I wish to remember
Words arranged in verse
Form a matrix of possibility
An author’s intentions
A reader’s interpretations
Layers deep
Miles wide
All this also present
In a single word such as
Aum
Love
God
Beauty
Perfection
Each a poem with all the
Subtle renderings and possibilities of
Angelou
Frost
Dickinson
Shakespeare
Plath
The final meaning rests solely
And rightfully with the reader
A light which burned
For ten short years
Burned thrice as bright
And yet…
unseen
Like beacons in
The darkened sky
Which lived and died
Aeons ago
But whose light
Has reached us
…Only now
Though in that beam
Cast by hands and heart
Long gone
My spirits rise
I find again
…Delight
In starry starry night
But there are times
Places
To not mind being
Lost
The walls seemed sculpted
Textured
With saturated tones of
Warmth
And so I walked
Aimless
Lost in the beauty of the
Walls
Until suddenly I was
Outside
Safe, yet wanting to go
Back
Sometimes it is
OK
To lose my
Self
Of space and time
Of politics and social norms
Of family and friends
The things that stay
But never stay the same
The ephemeral things
Lost and soon forgotten
Nothing ever stays
But change
Which is often the point
Of these things we do to landscapes
Change the landscape
Change each other
Change ourselves
Then soon I saw
Another star
Another then
Now several more
The mother bear
Who points the way
To guiding light
Now clears the sky
The night reveals
A sky of lights
Infinite
And always there
Beyond the clouds
Or light of day
The lights of suns
Power snakes through epochs
Scale lost in time and space
Human stands on canyon edge
diminished
There streams and rivers
Come to rest
Display the sorrows
Which some detest
“Wait for the facts
You can’t protest!”
What have we
But video
And patterns written
Long ago
To actions spoken
Our words will out
If some won’t listen
Justice shouts
