PENKNIFE

7 sep 2024

ripple-watching
a stone thrown in
a slow fish shows
his slicing fin

the circles move
through solid time
the trees reflect
in broken lines

the branches climb
the waves come close
they touch the land
the meaning grows

buried in my heart my problem
buried in my chest the truth
opening my eyes to spot them
my old age, my death, my youth

the ripples like a gong of water
the water is my body calm
the ageless answers of the morning
turn my aimless body warm

i love this life, these swallows dancing
love is green and love is blue
the sky the riverweeds are lancing
the thought of me, the thought of you