It’s a simple longing
That makes me wait
Here by the water’s edge
It coolness
Rises up softly
Bathes me in anticipation
By the moon
We will meet
Its reflected glory
Casting cares away
As seeds
Of the dandelion
A Little Waiting
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See the Wind
Carry the words
Of innumerable souls
Across the valley
Onto the mountain tops
The plankton
Of solid terrain
Move across my face
Its creases
Your intimate friend
I know you love me
Your cool hands
Penetrate my coat
And cover me
With stories
From other lands
Simplicity
Walking away from expectations
Into nature’s wooded balm
She holds me up, without grip
Tells me to stop a moment
And listen
Symphonic voices
Call my name
From within places unseen
Songs of joy
Reminding me
Of the splendors I’ve missed that day
I send a whistle
And all songs are silenced
There, just beyond the thicket
A choral member
Jumps to within view
Then another.
Eyes meet briefly
The chorus resumes
And I become a believer
The song of a single bird
Is more worthy
Than a room full of gold
Bridges
It’s an intestinal thing
Guts telling me what is what
Surveying the landscape
Pairs are everywhere
In the air
On the ground
Then
A single shadow
Falls
As tall as a eucalyptus
The dreaded pang
Grips the soul
Compassion-less
Without conscience
Or intent
It just is
Perception triggers chemicals
Small voices speak
You are
Lonely
“You are.”
A most horrible, immutable declaration?
Over the chasm
Balanced on the taught line
My love for being alone
Staying focused, on the line
And becoming lonely,
Falling headlong
Into the chasm
Over the last several years it has become apparent that I have some sort of focusing “disorder”, although fully functional in the work environment. But when my time is my own, I go to multiple expressive outlets for peace and self-understanding. This “syndrome” requires “plate spinning” when it comes to important relationships.
To walk away from these expressive outlets leaves me unfulfilled. But to lose someone I love dearly to these addictions would be a fate worse than death.
So, a wide view and awareness is always required.
Nothing is more valuable than when someone says “I love you” or “let’s do something together”.
Ordered Chaos
I might be too old to write about the birds and the bees. That’s alright. I went ahead and added some music and video just to confirm what I already knew. It’s the little things that make life interesting. I wrote a poem for this project, forgot about it, then wrote another one with a slightly different perspective. They’re both here:
“Ordered Chaos”
We are obsessively enslaved
To our own sense of place and order
Every room has a function
Every place, a purpose
Rarely do we consider
The genius of nature’s chaos
Song sparrows
Sing for a mate
And in the same spot
A rabbit is torn
Limb from limb
To feed a coyote
In that same spot
Sweet pea feeds a hungry bee
In symbiotic friendship
Grass dies quickly
Tree claims victory,
Sleeps during the cold months
And again fights
Grass’ resurrection in the spring
We see disorder
Because we are blind
To what real order can be
We are disruptions to harmony
Listen to the song
Join the chorus
Birds called to me
Singing songs of lifted joy
“You must have seen her!
This path
Of long lost journeys.
Her beautiful legs
Now brightly adorned
In skirted magic
All aglow in purple
And yellow
Brighter than the sun.
Even the bees
Can’t escape
Her seductive sweetness
Drawn to her
Unknowingly,
Hopelessly hypnotized.
Have you ever seen
Such full, thick trim?
Stroked
By gentle breezes
Braided
By fiddle-necks and mustard
Everything
Is drawn to her now.
Everything
Even you.
You have no answer for it
Neither have you the will
To fight away
Her calling”
The Video:
Ordered Chaos from Mark Wade on Vimeo.
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