it is to give pause,respect and depth
to what is necessary between us
when i walk,it is nothing against bikes or public transport
i am walking to or from my car
in trust that we can meet in time and space
when i listen,it is to respect you-your being expressed
in sound,song,words and silences
when i speak,it is to reach you(wherever you are-
and to greet this bridge between us with open arms
when you sing,you let your soul out for a walk
where it may perambulate,listen,speak,sing or fall
into a silence we may learn as well as words
There are many ways we link-more will come to mind'
when this last line lapses into a comfortable silence
BUTTERFLIES,BIRDS,BEES,BORDERS
No passport has each butterfly
Monarchs of migration
Waves of wings flip shortened lives
over and above our squabbled gardens
Birds that are not shot for food,in season
escape over borders and outside cages
where the wilde are fed by the mild
for the beauty of their flightpath of the free
Bees(their vanishing busyness) should not fly
yet they do,straight to the art of flowers
to lift and levitate like seeds through skies
Sweet the honeys of their labors
Deep the drink they take to give us
Borders are for straight lines
There are none in Nature.Anarchist migrators
have crossed our warzones since the cave
and will again/wile we must ask ID of each of us
who have not wings,yet live in cages.
ESCAPE
unconditional this gift of gold words
exchange for space and time and sheltering food
beneath us,caves of meanings(subterranean)
where each may taste artesian depths
You do not need to dig in earth /to extract
what is so important between us
has depth and consequence,and is a gift
given to the blessing air we share
outside the fences
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