Poetry

The dawn chorus sings a pause before the final movement.
The sea whales held three meetings in the past decade, and we did not notice.
Cicadas hum and set right the clocks of our hearts.
Even the sun has reached out shuddering.
A home demolished by bombs is a song knocked awry.
A dab of selenium paste into the cheek of a wry-necked chicken.
We are wild animals in the wild.
The wheel of our planet’s careen through empty space creaks.
A prayer is an antenna to the kingdom of God, which is within.
I ate chickpeas and tried not to write in the sun full of music from open windows.
The mayor burned incense to the sacred creek under my house.
There are words that I am too careful to say.
The megaliths remind us that we are the same beings as we were ten thousand years ago.
They have been painted with what the stones know as magic.
We will hear the leviathans of the sea in our headphones as we ride to work.
The sea fog will open our lungs.