In Dappled Sun

i laid down my head

in the hollow of your belly

to listen for the ocean

you stretched out your arms

like a cat in dappled sun

my breath stirred

pale hairs in your skin

my lips

followed you down

you shuddered

and drew breath

feet clenching

you whispered my name

and we were lost

in a moment

~e

My Reverie

Wondrous threads of memory

A visage caught in tender gaze

Her lovely face–my reverie

More beauteous with the passing days

Ah such days we stole but time’s the thief

He gives in turn and turning takes away

So granting us a love too brief

We loved and our loving he betrayed!

By means of loving we were made more whole

Each one fully present in the pairing

The poignant ache of parting took its toll

And in the end we were left despairing

But in fullness time mends broken hearts

Memory keeps the best; the rest departs

~e

Shakespearean Sonnet

In Trills of Two

so softly coos the mourning dove

in sad lament of his lost love

he finds a lonely place up high

for his lost mate perhaps to spy

betwixt the noisy sparrow’s din

and busy wheels that loudly spin

in the pause between goings-on

is when you’ll hear his doleful song

what can inspire this lonesome voice

mere instinct or a rueful choice

on a strand of wire perched above

listen for the lone mourning dove

or in twilight at end of day

when other birds have quit the fray

you’ll see broad wings of dappled grey

and hear him sing sotto voce

in the silence you’ll hear him coo

whispering soft in trills of two

in dimming grey of evening light

his echoing sighs haunt the night

~e

As Pearls Might Bleed

sparkling drops play upon the pane

glass glimmering in the falling rain

finest gems never shone so bright

as daubs of cloud in shards of light

silken web cast in golden beads

in glist’ning streaks as pearls might bleed

the earth drinks deep to nourish seeds

as the edge of night soft recedes

drops keep falling like limitless stars

slow the storm ebbs in the early hours

rain lingers long in our swirling dreams

’til the sun rises in majestic beams

rain diffuses sound and makes us slow

that we might pause to see the flowers grow

if the worst we must ever suffer through

is a little rain count us the lucky few

spring trades showers for blossoms in the sun

to celebrate another hard-fought winter won

come may we’ll find a sunlit bower

amid the warmth and fragrant flowers

’til then go softly in the gentle rain

until we dwell in sunny days again

~e

Little Buddha

little buddha

begging alms

smiling zen

of ganja charms

humble pilgrim

of the gentle rain

warms his body

on a subway grate

lonely street

in the frigid cold

a prostrate offering

collecting tolls

scruffy denizen

in dire straits

is it given to you

to ask and wait?

ringing mantra

in chanting voice

got a dollar?

pedestrian choice

thank the fates

bay street man

ring the karmic bell

and clink the can

the yogic flyer

perched on his mat

with sufficient coin

can get some crack

when his carpet lands

magic drained

he'll doff the hat

and score again

malevolent heap

in a thrift-store coat

forever camped

where nothing grows

in the noxious fumes

that perfume and choke

squats the human cost

of the globalized yoke

come tomorrow who

will be on the street

is it me or you

in this economy?

~efb

Memory and Thyme

years tumble by

like pebbles on the shore

they sink forgotten

leaving only ripples

old jobs

past loves

lost friends

time is the glacier

inexorable and unforgiving

coming for us all

time creases my hands

my eyes my mouth

it greys my hair

it makes me patient

and claims small

glimpses of wisdom

time is a litany

of lost visits

dead faces

forgotten places

where we once hid

and names etched

in memory

seasons flit by

my window

winters heaped

like cordwood

savoured meals

things to laugh on

others to rue

far-flung places

wild spaces

cold water falling

hibernating deserts

palm trees amid

remains of old fenceposts

and rusted wire

christmases long ago

deep snows

white lilies

easter bread loaves

special feasts

and sunday roasts

like pepper or thyme

memories spice our lives

making fragrant days

and piquant nights

without memory

we are nothing

pebbles ground to sand

blown away in the wind

~e

One Vast Filament

hubble's cyclops

and distant rovers

are changing minds

the whole world over

slaving robots

on distant stars

the presence of water

proves life on mars

all the discoveries

man has learned

in the book of science

another leaf turns

euclid's geometry

was not enough

to scrutinize

space's stuff

it took gauss

and rheeman too

synthesized in

einstein's truth

now new technology

advances the search

for goldilocks planets

just like earth

we can see deeper

into space’s scope

to hunt for orbs

in the habitable zone

still we jumble thru

the universe

on and on

thus dispersed:

where space and time

meet together

a cosmic web

spinning in the altogether

a little jot

in a galaxy

one vast filament

turning infinitely

~e