Aground not grounded
Becoming one with the Earth
Ashes to Ashes
Aground not grounded
Becoming one with the Earth
Ashes to Ashes
Where the wide of the sea
Finds the flat of the land
There the tide flows
I pick my way
Down mobile shore
Where life is lived in many worlds
In the shallows and the depths
And too this realm of barely land
Where creatures slither and scatter
Between the pools and rivulets
So I wonder
At all the possibilities life created here
Including me
PEI
As French as steeples
As English as potatoes
Unceded by the Mi’kmaq
“Lying in the Water”
Epekwitk
Though journeys be fraught
With pitfalls and wanderings
Know the beauty of the path
That the pitfalls and wanderings
Make the path beautiful
That serenity finds its moments
White water falls away
A stream of sibilance
Embraced in verdance
Here I, find peace in this day
Even as the rain
Drizzles through the canopy
Embraced in patterns of nature
I dismantle patterns of self
Trouble falls away
Once was
Vibrant
Living
Loving
Became
Decay
Barren
Listless
Now is
Renew
Reborn
Struggle
To be
Vibrant
Living
Loving
Diffuse light in dispersing fog
Daisies, clover and buttercups
Stretch into morning
Pastel whispers from daylight skies
Beacon’s warning
Smothered by the mist
So she howls
Into unknowable voids
Lest any run astray
To foul upon the stone
This wall between
The land and sea
While daisies, clover and buttercups
Tremble in the breeze
Kindergarten
Five days a week
On Saturdays
His bicycle, or the pool
Hunting for frogs in the pond
Sunday mornings
He sits
Then stands
Then sits
Then kneels
Sits again
Rites and hymns
Echo in the vastness
And his mind
None of it makes sense
None of it ever will
Warped space
Surrounding one non-believer
In a continuum of faith
The master told her students
This is the path to enlightenment
“But it is so straight”, one replied
True, said the master
“I expected the path to be difficult!”
The straight path is difficult
“How can it be?
There are no mountain passes to find!
No intersections or forks to choose from!
No sharp curves to negotiate!”
Many students nodded their agreement
The master shook her head
The straight path is difficult because
You want to climb mountains
You expect there to be many paths to choose from
You believe there should be sharp changes in direction
One student had sat quietly through all this
Listening while looking straight down the long path
As far as she could see
Finally, she spoke
“Walking the straight path is impossible
For one who seeks insight
From every roadside attraction”
The master smiled
I am your student!