Be the Tree

S

tronger trees exist
boughs and sprigs springing
in a 1,000 year dance,
in the breeze.
[An empirical miracle]; to wist,
adding more days,
the plants:
drink more water,
shrink away stress,
think of their own business.
Witness the tree,
and stand longer.

*[ WSB ].

Dust to Dust

T

he carbon in the skeleton,
the oxygen in the breath,
the iron in the globin:
all seeded by the stars
after the core is imploded —
the cosmic dust:
silicon, carbon, aluminum
mostly
[a millionth of a centimeter]:
the sand under pelicans,
the flowers and the flesh,
the screendoors that open.
Ghostly,
stars die that we may live.
Before spacetime spread deeper
the first supernovae exploded,
when ancient blue-white stars
bathed the universe in light —
the cosmic dawn
[the first generation of stars]
a fraction of the current age.

*[ WSB ].

Spare the Rod; Spoil the Child, or 2 Kings 2:23-24: A Verse Translation

A

nd Elisha went up
from thence unto Bethel:
a city climbing from the rocks,
and as he was going up
       by the rocky way,
there jaunted forth
       little children,
the meek out of the city,
and mocked his head a-gleaming,
and taunted him,
Go up, thou bald head;
go up and up and up:
thou head unadorned.
And he turned back a-growling,
and looked down on them,
       and cursed them
each and every child
       with scorn,
in the name of the LORD.
And there came forth
       two she bears
— monsters out of the wood —
and tare to bloody shreds
       forty and two
children of them:
       dead,
in the name of the LORD.

*[ WSB ].

The 5th

1

770, born in a musical family:
Beethoven, turning 38, wrote the banging notes of fate,
and the radical dictate of playing at 108
beats: tragedy to triumph with a dot-dot-dot-dash motif —
victory from tyranny: the rights of man and liberty.

*[ WSB ].

/ the Morning Routine [pantoum]

M

ost animals go about their morning normals quietly;
not so, a tailflicking squirrel and one squawking mockingbird.
The solemn night stages the early matins sung piously
as rebirth fans across dewdrops sparkling: a reverence observed —

not so with this squeaking squirrel and the balking mockingbird,
both aloof to harmony and consumed with recalcitrance,
as renaissance fans across glittering dew: the glory observed,
whilst bellicose war cries bewail from the crusty battlements.

Both aloof to melody and brimming with recalcitrance,
the shimmer fades in the sun-upping warmth; the bee chants float
amid churlish war cries clamoring from crusted battlements
splitting the spring forenoon leeways overlapping, undercoat.

The glimmer fades in the sun-upping warmth. The bee drone floats
beside the clawing and the clacking of tooth and beak war-dance
that rends the vernal forenoon niches interwoven, unbeknownst
by choral songbirds skimming the trees, aloft a butterfly trance.

Counter to the clawing and the clacking of tooth and beak dance,
the peaceful night stages early matins voiced sacredly
by acapella birds swimming through branches: the butterflies dense:
Most animals undertake their morning routines softly.

 

*[ WSB ].