Posts Tagged life
There’s too much sunlight.
The sky’s too deep blue.
Air sits still and glutinous
and the birds have gone quiet.
Passing tourists are briefly loud though.
Towels worn like cloaks and
obligatory American baseball caps.
Their swearing spoils my contemplation
of the pale blue painted beams
of my ceiling. Cracked old powdery paint.
The tourists pass and that barking dog
and buzzing hedge trimmer
also fade to far away abstractions.
In this extended space I swap the universe
for a calmer place where sounds are
distant and soothing sleep creeps over me
like hot fog.
If you were without cognisance of
or involvement in the human world,
but were aware of the wonders of the universe,
then you would be a supreme being.
If you were a supreme being
who’s existence depended upon
the cognisance of humans,
then you would be a contradiction in terms.
The essence of all is consistent.
What adds difference
and lifts the plain to shining peaks
or reduces it to valleys dark
Beauty stands proud
as the mediator that defines mediocrity
and all that is foul and all that inspires
and all that gives life value.
It slows our time
and distracts the mind and the eye
and causes the soul to cry
and to laugh and to ponder.
If beauty be science
and the grandiosity of knowing.
Or the pause that knowing gives to observation.
And the gentle confusion that then arises.
That response we have
to a mere curve
or to a change that’s different.
Or some shift in balance between weights
that has some hidden mathematical rhythm,
or some subtlety that knows
real wisdom and causes us to falter.
Some subtle insight that speaks
of an embellishment to our view
and which stands just slightly out of reach.
That soothes our heart
as might the passing glimpse
of a friend who smiles
but who we don’t know.
Hot air cicada song thrum,
constant in the smokey heat.
Peach drips across sweat sticky skin
as orange sun casts long shadows over dying land.
I loved you and meant well.
A future once seen cascading like a waterfall,
became a trickle.
Birds dip in dusk light to chase fly by nights,
and land burns red in quickly blackening foreboding.
Cicadas still sing though. And I do too.