On the blue horizon line

SIMPLE PROW

You see a cat stripe-shadowed

by the slats of a fence.

One of those incidents

from Mendelssohn, out of childhood

infinity... flicker of memory.

Today.  Mid-April air

and sunlight.  Barely there –

a plainness of weathered cedar, sea-

bells.  Sea-salt.  Far away

two splendor-pillars

mark the Gate of years

& gravity – shine, wave goodbye...

& on the blue horizon line

mother & father join

two hands (bright axle-sign

– a double-axe) under the sun.

Man & Woman, O (M-W)...

Come forth, my son,

my daughter, only one –

Time & Space unfold in You.

The mysterious heir of heaven

danced a masque before

Magdalen’s cave-door –

mothering the grainy leaven,

heavy loom of Here & Now.

Under faded barn slats,

hidden in straw, the cat’s

prowling a kingdom’s simple prow.

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Inland sea

BREATHING SEA

Old Hobo glances back upstream

as the spring bluets form

an inland sea – a swarm

of peacock eyes (out of a dream-

song dome) across the autumn grass.

Retrospective.  Phoebus

in an ochre crevasse,

Magdalenian cave-compass.

Your yearning for Eurydice,

so youthful-hungry, Henry –

out of want, not plenty –

ignorant (in your blind way).

An oscillation of the sun

and moon.  The Q. of Heaven

looks out from her den,

mild lioness... dusky horizon.

Henry, by his veiled statue,

thinks on Beatrice

(pine-green eyes, sea-

grey).  His melancholy’s ocean-blue.

Jerusalem, Jerusalem!  How

I would have gathered you...

the soul’s an orphan zoo

without the smile of Manitou.

A little tree in Galilee

still rustles in the breeze

from a breathing sea.  She’s

calling you, sailor.  Be free.

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