Though the storm abated
when the morning sky expelled charcoal clouds
whose light sabers summoned guttural roars
that shook my sleeping soul,
I remain cautious with dread
as I collect branches broken before their time
and leaves scattered across the path
leading to my garden pelted by hail.
My senses await the portent
of yet more of heaven’s random wrath
while my bones prepare to rattle
at the mere hint of barometric shift.
Then you bring me coffee
and bid me to pause
for just a moment,
so you can read to me
today’s forecast of clear skies,
light breezes and
perhaps gentle rain.
And you assure me that
the modest wren shall sing once more.
Though we stand apart,
all creation shall pattern
Photo taken from Kihei looking towards Lahaina, Maui, Hawaii
Solitary though I stand across the distance
I still feel the primal pulse in our kindred hearts.
Defenders, Keepers, Protectors.
Some brandish a holy book or burn incense
or mumble morning prayers to the east.
Some never give heaven a second thought.
I search your eyes among the masses
and sometimes catch the golden glimmer
of ancient urges and unabashed courage.
Defenders of children clothed in rainbow skins
Stewards of creation birthed in genesis
Protectors of water pulsing in earth’s veins.
I cannot escape your primal war cry.
Allow me join your army of righteousness.
Let me wear your colors and wield your sword.
Today, live in awe
of our Creator’s life lines
Sky, earth, each other.
Once in the woods there were deer
who stared with dark orbs containing distant galaxies
eyes that eerily resembled those of Niko our saluki
who now runs in their herd in his afterlife
Too there were rabbits the color of gray slate
who blithely foraged among wildflowers and grasses
while they twitched their white tipped tails
summoning our black lab Titus to a game of tag-you’re-it
Coyote hunkered down in surveyed thickets by day
and roamed golf course greens bathed in moonlight
howling in their wildness and bedeviling our dogs
safe inside houses protected by wrought iron fences
Today deer hover on the edge of federal land we lease
and rabbits are cute little things that happen to cross our lawns
and coyotes are threats to our schnauzers and kitty cats
we own in our three point two average household size neighborhood.
I yearn that someday again there shall be deer in the woods
and rabbits in wildflowers and grasses
and coyote in thickets
to return us to the ancient galaxy of wildness and life
The earth resonates
with Resurrection’s promise
of mercies renewed.
Photo taken in 1982 at the Sea Ranch in northern California.