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What We Do With Time And Space (Poem)
What do we do,
When exploding stars used as clocks
Prove that the universe expands?
We need not chart the exquisite tick of quasars
To know that time dragged slower in the past.
We judge this by rapid heartbeats
And the quickened sprint of passing days.
What do we we do,
When irregular galaxies stand revealed
By lonely clouds and dark tendrils?
We need not travel atmospheric parsecs in the vast
To observe these circumstances.
We see them in saddened eyes
And the weighted drop of tiring shoulders.
Perhaps such knowledge of time and space
Can allay our fears and sorrows.
We are not unique after all.
We shrug off that burden and rest with all things.
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The Dance Around Me (Poem)
Love and friendships are mysterious indeed.
I am walking in the dark and often fall over the gravestones
That are etched with the friends and relationships I’ve lost.
I’m no sage and possess not even the wisdom of a fool.
In these areas I am a child still, gazing in wonder
At the elaborate movements of the dancers around me.
They step and turn with practiced abandon but seldom do they stumble.
Yet sometimes one will stop and turn to me:
“I need your advice, please.”
Astonished and usually bewildered, I haltingly speak a few words.
Truly though, I prefer to say nothing. I’ve no idea how to caper so.
I’m doing well to walk.
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Da Bei Style Tea (Poem)
When you have gone,
I shall drink only aged tea
Grown wild and crafted with careful intent.
I make my first cup but forget,
Lost in thoughts of you warm beside me.
The tea forgives my lapse of attention,
Made from leaves that hold the thread of time.
I cradle the warm cup in my hands along with my grief,
Each sip tasting of dark earth and rich love.
Do not go just yet.
Not yet. I am not ready.
