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  • Watch For The Fool (Poem)

    The fool capers through the festival’s throng

    Reaching into their multicolored bag

    Throwing out thick black clouds heavy rain drops gossamer rainbows

    People frown in confusion gasp in wonder smile in delight

    They reach down reach out reach up

    Some gather these hold them close and run

    Lest they be asked to share their treasures

    Some stand still raise their faces and enjoy

    All this new raiment as happens to fall

    Some join in join hands join together

    Saying here

    Taste this stratus listen to this droplet feel these hues

    The fool jumps into the air climbs into the sky

    Claps their hands disappears into the rent

    Glitter and ash rain down

    The sun and moon become one

    Laughter echoes across the world

  • What Happens When We Wait (Poem)

    We are all waiting

    Breathing at different times

    In different rhythms in different ways

    With each inbreath we inhale the world

    With each outbreath we create anew

    In the pause between are all possibilities

    A god turned swan chooses to take flight rather than ravish

    An assassin turns the gun on himself and war is diverted

    An artist becomes successful and 6 billion lives are spared

    And also

    A child learns to skip amongst encouraging cheers

    A man chooses a caress rather than a blow

    A woman drops her clothes to stand revealed

    People of other gender other view open their eyes to freedom

    What did happen what can happen exists only in that moment

    Breathe yourself and consider these things

  • What I Do With My Heart (Poem)

    I stand in the middle of the field.

    The morning sky above is clear and unclouded,

    With the grass still wet from dew

    And the birdsong playing from the trees.

    I raise my hand above my head

    To offer to the warming sun this:

    My heart torn from my chest, bloodied and beating still.

    Here, I give this freely,

    Rather than have it wrenched against my will.

    I say this with a scream. Or is it a whisper?

    I open my fingers and release it.

    It falls to the ground and rests there trembling.

    I turn and walk away, not looking back.

    It will be carrion for the flesh eaters

    And even its decaying stench will dissipate.

    No regret, this is what happens.

    (What? Were you expecting it to transform into a bird

    And fly away?)