Not for nothing
does the light prick my eyes,
a thirst for walking shoes
tightens ankle bones
that parachute out of an inner attic
landing awkwardly into the open throats
of sneakers
still clutching their tendons.
Out from under a dim tented roof
the world is overrun with Asterix's
small confusing marks
that suggest footnotes and disclaimers,
warnings that you should not
take anything as actually actual.
Seriously sober, * I ditch the thought
of turning back,
now the landscape is tripping,
trees are hugging small birds tenderly.
Owls are tugging at dark clouds
moving them through
bright windows of sky.
The world has become a child's coloring book.
It is truly amazing how some mornings*
will keep you insane for a short while
allotting you just enough time
to recall, that you are not yet verified,
that you're n Asterix,
a disclaimer.
never dotting half-open eyes,
never declaring your fixed reality
because
the world keeps editing its meaning,
there are always more footnotes to add. *
alpine peaks
a guitar body
a Colombian sink hole
a waxed surf board
fertile crescent silt
a half cut fig
an asterix
Orion's Belt
sun rise rays rising
Pisa's leaning tower
a rollercoaster zipping down
a dog drooling
Apollo 11 on the pad
an icicle dripping
two pair of eyes staring
cherry topped ice cream dollops
rapid hovering hummingbird wings
time lapse glacial floe flowing
sweat on the brow of Rodin's "Thinker"
Moses' Red Sea parting
me kneeling for forgiveness
a tree knot's sap turning to syrup
an anteater's tongue dipping licking
a poker stoking a fire
a Venus Fly Trap slowly closing
faithfully Old Faithful geysering
steam whistles screaming
London Tower falling down
an O'Keefe's iris sighing in pastel
two cigarette butts
an ashtray asleep
HIDDEN HANDS
I'm here on our shore
All above
Sands we used to measure
Timeís hour-glass.
You ran to the cape
Asterix from comic pages
The fisherman stopped you
Crabs chased, you ran in bewilderment
Mother sea, all tenderness gazed.
On a country boat on shore
Our rice bowl full
Sea-gulls creaked an omen ill
I stood over you though shaking
A shade, shelter, arms out stretched
Jesus on cliff in Rio
Drooping sun, tearful eyes
Faces of June, roaring waves.
My offering at twilight
My son, where did you vanish
Decorated our yard
Our life sketch
Sea lowers the mourning pitch
Light house like glow worm
Boats swing
Rhyming song, catching thief
Hidden hands emerged
Stealthy pirate
Eyes swoon
My life-terrible moment
Was it the Hidden Hand of God?
Misspelt horoscope,
Envious stars.
A lone sea gull dipping down into the sea
Death knell from chapel
Me alone on the shore.
Even shadows become invisible.