Sugary mouthfuls
Glee in ev’ry single bite
Warms this adult heart
Sugary mouthfuls
Glee in ev’ry single bite
Warms this adult heart
Simple steel design
Keeps Chinese world in motion
Flying Pigeon bike
We share a gaze
He a brave stance
At the Entrance
I from the street
Eye to viewfinder
Framing the frame
Within a frame
Click
Decades pass
Scanning through the scans
Seeking inspiration
From days all but forgotten
Memories vague
Impressions with few details
But for a few frames
A moment caught as light
Falling on silver
Frames of reference
Scanned to bits
Then left unedited
Until today
Another frame
Before and after
The unremembered moments
What happened before
What happened next
The unknown frame
Of time
A frame
Within a frame
Within a frame
Within a frame
I can call up
This moment
Captured in a click
Beyond that
In time and space
Is outside the frame
It’s easy enough to forget
Not all the world lives
In a land of strip malls
And freeways
With manicured lawns
And high rise apartments
Where a bicycle
May be a family’s
Only mechanical transportation
And great fortune buys
A donkey and a cart
It’s easy enough to forget
Even after having been there
Spent time with and among
The people of the world
Who consider themselves
Wealthy and secure
While owning so little material
Commanding so little wealth
The people
Who are no greater
And no lesser
For the value of their possessions
Or the education they are allowed
Or any other outward marker
I have been taught
Signifies sophistication
Civilization
Value
Are these not
People who love
No less
Laugh
No less
Live with vigour
And consequence
And meaning
No less
Who are to be valued
And loved
No less
It is the lesser of us
Who believe otherwise
And it is they
Whom I pity
If these lesser beings
Exploit those with less
Then it is they
Whom I abhor
Innocence
Knows no boundaries
Knows no hatreds
Knows no wars
But it is not all coy smiles
Happiness wrapped
In a best friend’s warm arms
Even the innocents
Know hunger
Even the innocents learn fear
I would wrap these two up
Protect them from such lessons
But mine is the world
They should learn
To fear
The world men made
The world men maintain
A world not made
For innocence
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
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