Joy in the Morning

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Recipe for a life: one cup of joy dealt generously in childhood, then sparingly until it seems no more meagre drops can be shaken into the mix.  Is it all in the brain, as childhood’s neurons spark, carving channels through malleable tissue?  Then things stiffen, jell, until no emotions can move save perhaps an occasional discharge of anger or grief?

But then a morning when
the night before
Venus and Mars paraded across the heavens
this morning two more sparks, Jupiter, Saturn,
leading lights
heading into the West
until the sun drowns us all in light.

We have always wanted to go into the West.
How could we not with this stately
diurnal/nocturnal parade of light that moves
always, always into the West?

So we go into the West where the fountain of joy is,
and everywhere the flutter of wings,  restlessly waiting,
ducks, starlings, pigeons,
flowers of frost, the harbour calm as a bowl of milk,
distant ships that will never find the port I seek.
Gulls cry, cutting the morning apart.

 

MMV

The Ides of March

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The weather must have been much more like Spring in 2002 when this was written.

 

Today is one of those days

when you know you will live forever.

 

The Goddess awakens, thrusting green fingers

through last year’s decay.

Twigs unfold leaves, tiny wings

taking flight

green flames bright with life.

Just beyond reach, birdsong

threads the lambent sky with joy.

 

The sun rests on the horizon

like a newlaid egg

full, full, full of promises

and no regrets.

 

   Awakened by the seasalt air

my adamantine soul

imperishable as the universe

warms and grows a little

and I know that I will live forever.

Light and Shadow

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Under the street lamps
my triple shadow
lengthens, fades, disappears.

A puddle of dark
clings to my feet
like the looming shadow
of someone behind.

Gazing upwards
past veils of city  lights
my grateful eyes accept
a gift of ancient photons.

Light has no mass here
else Earth would be fat
with starlight
of four billion years.

No

Light only glimmers, flickers,
sparkles through chinks
in our drafty universe,
hinting at ineffable glory

somewhere else.

(MMVI)

 

Birthright

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I am a human being.  My birthright is the Earth.  I have the right to breathe clean air, drink pure water, eat nourishing food.  I have the right to sleep in safe shelter, and live with people who love me and I them.  I have the right to enjoy the gifts of this planet: animals, plants, rain and sunshine, pristine landscapes and beautiful shores.I have the right to see the stars through the transparent lens of our atmosphere, a window open to the wonders of the universe.

How dare anyone take these rights away.