Standing Up Again

Note: the poem in this post is the same as in the last post from early this morning – the difference is the photo; I went to the location that is the main setting of the poem and took this photo today, under the tree; whereas the previous photo, which I also like, is the beach on the coast in front, where the breeze brushes around the rocks and ‘vraic’ (a Channel Islands term for seaweed). This post shows both of these photos 🙂

I’m sorry that I lost my way

to end up here, beneath this tree,

its withered branches reaching low

to touch the ground, and shelter me.

~

Bracken wavers in the breeze,

that blew across the bay, below;

that brushed around the rocks, and vraic;

that found – past land – its upward flow.

~

A small seed traces through my gaze,

bobbing round, a spectre borne

in secret air; I watch it each

way torn, now trapped upon a thorn.

~

A bee appears, darts directly

to the wind, shoots up high,

and joins in currents of the air

to vanish quickly in the sky.

~

The wind now breaks inside my den

and rushes coldly through my heart,

I know the time is come for me

to let my foolish worries part.

~

With so much good, why should I fear

I’ll helplessly be drawn away?

I’ll choose my mind and set my course and

live, still better, every day.

Standing Up Again

I’m sorry that I lost my way

to end up here, beneath this tree,

its withered branches reaching low

to touch the ground, and shelter me.

~

Bracken wavers in the breeze,

that blew across the bay, below;

that brushed around the rocks, and vraic;

that found – past land – its upward flow.

~

A small seed traces through my gaze,

bobbing round, a spectre borne

in secret air; I watch it each

way torn, now trapped upon a thorn.

~

A bee appears, darts directly

to the wind, shoots up high,

and joins in currents of the air

to vanish quickly in the sky.

~

The wind now breaks inside my den

and rushes coldly through my heart,

I know the time is come for me

to let my foolish worries part.

~

With so much good, why should I fear

I’ll helplessly be drawn away?

I’ll choose my mind and set my course and

live, still better, every day.

Maybe We Are Alone

The sapphire sky above seems endless,

and sometimes we forget

the vast that lies beyond.

The atmosphere, a fragile film,

the skin upon our pond.

~

Lying still with open eyes,

in dark and windless nights

we listen to the silence.

Our earth is flinging through a void

of blackness, cold and violence.

~

Out there, we feel, we sense, some place,

gentle, warm, like here,

too far to contemplate.

A people there may also feel

alone to face their fate.

~

Are they just one more shining point

of glittering millions sprinkled

through the universe?

A fabric of emerging life,

the cosmos as its nurse?

~

We free our minds, and theorise,

we do some maths and, yes,

there must be many more?

It could be true, and yet we know,

we cannot be so sure.

~

Colossal space, of fleeting time,

we like to think is home

for others who we’ll find,

a seminal discovery

for all of humankind.

~

But in our shifting dreams, we change,

we wonder whether we

could be here on our own.

In fathomless space, we could really be

one light, of life, alone.

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