The Call

*

Can you hear the geese?

the wiring sounds

of so many wings

in motion

A Reminder

of unremitting Change

*

the punctuated Call:

we’re here, there’s water

let‘s settle

for a moment

*

can you hear the geese

she says again

Elated

the honking cacophony

passes overhead

lasting

like the passing of a train

*

the Sound

*

a crescendo swelling

then fading

into the twilight

of damp Earth

*

the punctuality

of Nature

driven by degrees

of Sunlight

a gland

pineal

*

can you hear them

she says

*

through and through

I reply

through and through

*

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The Wait

Swaying on the floor of the lake

among soft

and blackened leaves

I wait

Battle, a thing of the Past

 faded weapons

 dampened alarm

the sirens quiet at last,

Vigilance Dissolved

into rolling liquid

my body surrenders

wavers to the current’s

Hold

breathing a deeper breath

even anticipation has melted,

lulled weightless by the water

no delay, just lingering

I wait

Art Work By Jessica Hengen

Art Work By Jessica Hengen

Rumors

Like Water

seeping into the Ground

Unhindered,

running along Rootlets

such dirtbound dendrites

dangling off Roots

into deeper Depths

spreading

fast and insidiously

Penetrating

Far down in the Earth

reaching Aquifers

large Underground Lakes

Porously Joined

connecting Tributary Streams

And their Mighty Rivers

Such massive Arteries

Across land

Like Flesh

Reaching at Length

that greater expanse

the Ocean

 

Rumors, once moving amongst

Us like Water,

Now, “likes” Fastening us each to

each, by Hand, Finger

and cyber Scrolls

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Fishing Rods

Remnants of my Uncle Jacob’s finer days

when, with my father and I trailing behind

we would make off to Wannsee,

spend the afternoon poking its Surface

with lines to which I hooked squirmy insects

meeting their soggy fate

in the gaping mouths of carp

 

Uncle Jacob had shown me how to fasten

the fleshy beasts, he used to say:

“With your small hands you should out-fasten

me very quickly!”, I never did.

Uncle Jacob had the largest palms I’d ever seen,

his fingers in comparison were thin and very long,

I imagined it was those spindly fingers

which fastened diamonds so nicely,

the large palm a secure surface

to hold them, assess their brilliance

without letting them drop into the dust

of precious metal and wood powder

 

He was such a Giant

Nothing worried him,

half his size, my Father knew better

the Black and Silver Cross

appearing Everywhere

foreshadowed an Evil

Never before Seen

Uncle Jacob wouldn’t listen, I did,

even the Trees seemed menacing

the Carp too hungry, the Water too green,

 

What would become of us, Where should we go?

 

 

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Painting By Felix Vallotton

The Differences That Bring Us Together

the Differences that bring us together

such magnetic fields Inextricably attracted,

the similarity we recognize in the Opposite,

Implicitly knowing the Odd of our even,

the moments of impacted disgust

upon closer projection, indeed,

the hopeful ensuing introspection

and the Deepening, if chosen,

of ones feeling nature,

 

such a Lake upon closer examination

its Wealth unfathomable,

more than the marshy

Weeds and Muck that lace

our legs at first contact

the Depths of Inner lives

on the mysterious floor of the lake,

where we Sway evenly

composed of identical primordial longings.

 

it is in the manifestation of our Emergence

we differ, every return to the bottom

brings us closer, one to another

closer to our humanity Shared.

Tomahawk Lake Photograph by Nick Zungoli

The Blank Page Syndrome

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It is the blank page syndrome

finding the thought or feeling

that will shake

the immovable lake

 large body of water

I draw from

the timeliness of an image

allows those inspired bubbles

rise to this blue surface

 I am

Those moments

when breathing through gills

I never knew I had

a page fills with words

spreading as ink

such a rumor

and like a rumor

there is a little bit

of truth in it

for everyone