the Garden
it grows
as if
there was
a plan
i go to see
it when
i can
bright as
the colours
are, it seems
they feature
greatly in
my dreams
she sniffs
a flower
as she
passes
and smiles,
satisfied
and confesses
how wonderful
this whole
world seems
to be.
Six Photograph Panorama
look up
into
these cool
green hills!
look again,
and see a
beautiful
mountain
just behind
(thrown up
by ancient
megathrust
earthquakes)
sometimes
disasters
have upsides.
don't panic!
rugged rock,
broken
mountains,
shattered
crust of
planet earth
but it is
beautiful,
whatever
events
we must
live through
let's do
that too:
become
beautiful!
Spring Forward
imagine a bee,
and if you
did it right
you might
imagine a
buzzing
rapid flight
into pink
flowers,
(advertising
food, and
nectar)
as you crawl
about the
blossoms...
plants have
different
agendas,
but don't
understand
why bees
are needed
(it's nothing
we have planned)
we're just
bystanders
in the
flower game.
though
it's so
beautiful,
it's really
not the same...
they promise
us things
no one could
fulfil
on even the
best of
all days
just round a
corner and over
the hill
today is a
message, time
flies on past
today
will be a
hot summer day
(we should
not wish
it away)
too soon
we'll have
such cold
winter nights
and snow
will cover
the ground
it is, what
it is,
so they say
a dream
tiger
last night
was winning
the fight
i don't know
what else
to say
today and
tomorrow
might seem
like dreams
and dreams
will just get
in the way
purity in
my culture,
death in
other people's
white is
all the
colours,
all at once
turned up,
very bright.
a flower is
a flower, and
it doesn't care
what magical
meanings we
my wish to
impose.
so often
we don't
have the
answers,
whether
we think
we do
or not
in black and white
some subtle colour
might be missed.
statements
without colour
may not need
all that much
nuance.
suddenly
i saw her
hair had lost
its colour.
just as
suddenly,
she was so
much more.
in black and white
some subtle colour
might be missed.
some flowers,
like sunflowers,
seem to get
our attention.
we'll eat
the salted seeds.
so will many
little brown birds,
(fresh, unsalted)
fulfilling their
very modest needs
entertaining
us easily,
because we are
so amusable.
because they
are so
worthy.
sunflowers too,
are worthy. who
could deny it?
some flowers,
like sunflowers,
seem to get
our attention.
sometimes we
expect things
will go a
certain, very
special way.
but they
seem to have
other plans
and we have to
discover what
is really
happening.
open our
eyes and
our minds
and our hearts
to impossibly
wonderful
adventures.
flower buds
have a
simpler
existence,
a destiny.
and all we
have to do
is wait,
they'll come
around,
exploding,
into something
spectacular
(sometimes)
if we expect
it or not
she dances
in the sunlight
she dances
underneath a silver
moon and still
she dances,
pushing back
the darkness.
she knows
we must always
try to push
darkness back.
it returns,
like dirt in
our rooms that
we know
we just swept.
we must resist
and sweep it away,
again and again.
We can only
keep the dark
(and dust)
out of our lives
by periodically
pushing
it back.
Sheltered
shaded, underneath
taller plants
sheltered from
such storms
as may arise,
we should
have such
fortune:
friends in
high places,
as we never
imagined.
we can always
consider
how beautiful:
humility
we can also
consider
just what
we should be
