They say there’s got to be
A morning after
Just hold on
Through the night
I say the best work
Comes in the dark of night
And the morning after?
The words are posted
So coffee, ham and eggs
And maybe a post-posting edit
They say there’s got to be
A morning after
Just hold on
Through the night
I say the best work
Comes in the dark of night
And the morning after?
The words are posted
So coffee, ham and eggs
And maybe a post-posting edit
What better moment
Can there be
Than when my eyes
Can see
All the many colours
That can be
Perhaps only
That moment
When I can love
All the many colours
That are me
This orb
This life giver
This thing of mass
And light
And heat
And meaning
That sets consciousness
Alight
This battery
The necessary and sufficient thing
To create all things
Material
Etherial
Conceptual
Spiritual
Generator of
Possibility
Inevitability
Everything depends
On a lonely star
Circled by rocks and gas and ice
Themselves circled by rocks and gas and ice
Twirling on the outer arm
Of a galaxy of stars and rocks and gas and ice
All made of star stuff
Except consciousness
Which lives in a home
Made of star stuff
But is not
Itself
Star stuff
Instead
Merely a conceit of matter
Believing it is matter
That somehow
Matters
And perhaps it does
Or
Perhaps it does not
But in this moment
I matter
To me
And that is all
That matters
That
And all the other
Matter houses
For consciousness
My companions
Of existence
The sky
Wanes to night
While I
Rest on cliff’s edge
Above the serenity
Of calm waters
Allow the last vestiges
Of daylight
To dance
Their vibrant death
When I
Turn for home
And the solitude
Of a lonely highway
No taillights
But my own
No headlights
But the moon
In the rearview
All the way
To bed
Where I
Sleep the deepest
Of sleeps
I see us
On the scooter
Isolated in space
But time
Isn’t the right time
The right kind of time
While the vision itself
Is indistinct
Blurred
Which leaves me
Confused
Nothing’s quite adding up
Or going anywhere
That could be a destination
Or even a place to stop
And rest
I need to rest
Let go
And gather in
Paradoxes
Or is that ironies
The scooter drives on
Into the night
Carrying some sort
Of hopeful
Light
Illuminating nothing
No
Illuminating
Streaks of formless
Something
Something formless
Meant to have form
Intending to form
Therein
I know where the hope
In the light
Leads
The right kind of time
Even if I
Have no idea where
Or when
Such time will be
Or was
Hello sun
I welcome you this morn
Greet you with a warmth
Equal to your own daylight embrace
With gratitude
For illuminating
The Earth
Which was dark
For lightening
My spirit
Which was heavy
For soothing
My heart
Which sought comfort
Hello sun
Thank you for
Bringing a new day
Wings whisper through air
Black Kite shouts discordant scree
Fearful pigeons flap
Does the eagle know
Glory in the day’s end sun
Or my eyes alone
Wild seas dash upon the rocks
Which seem brittle and broken
But hardened they are
Resilient and determined
A stone will falter
Here or there
But the armour never fails
In the end
It is the storm that breaks
Upon the hardened shore
This light
This scene
This Earth
Only we humans
Can make of this
Hell
In nature’s kill
Know instinct is integrity
In consciousness
Is born the lie
Cruelty, and malfeasance
At dawn I climb the mountain
To remind my consciousness
Of beauty and awe and goodness