She thought the grass was enough for her: The rocks, and dirt and trees. She could stand on the ground forever And never touch the sea. Nothing changed and nor did she In her temple on the shore. She watched the waves move to and fro. Watched, and nothing more. One day an Eagle lighted down Beside her sturdy gate, A dancing, tumbling acrobat Of air and dreams and grace. He circled round her temple walls, His talons raked her door. His voice and wing tips called to her Like nothing had before. She stepped outside and stared at him. His eyes were a white patch sail. His feathers were black man o' wars That surfaced off his tail. He quickly circled round about And out to the cliff's edge. She chased madly after him But froze upon the ledge. He disappeared from out of view, And she sunk to her knees. She knew she could not follow him To his castle on the breeze. She trampled back to her temple yard Feeling tiny and alone. She never saw the bird again At her altar made of stone. Yet...
Some days you can read my face Like a map: Origami pressed Into the glove compartment. The creases creeping Along the dead ends And round-a-bouts Speak volumes. But the rest of the week I am well contained: A Japanese instruction booklet. Only the images are universal And half my screws are missing. Don't be surprised If I fall apart.
Great Ideas (Forget which date this one was written) My mind is like a well I sit by its stone side. Sometimes I look into the dark. How deep is it? Given the time I'll pull up the bucket Overflowing with memories Great ideas Appointments. I don't know why I wait so long to drink. I'm busy I guess. Most of it evaporates into messy clouds. I forget. I'm only left with a few drops To quench my thirst.
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