spring in easter

themes doodle

Trying goldfish

Saturday afternoon
the summer sun unchanging
catches the golden fish
turning under the lilly pads

I remember bringing them home, hurrying

Two startled, frantic with life
in their shallow gasp of water
my neophyte hand
my clapping eyes

open, look, close
opening     closing

I realise: we are to breathe all of life in
And in this, all life is with me

The Trejamilla

Draw me a trejamilla
What’s a trejamilla
Up dare, she says, pointing
with her crayon smudged digitule
Trejamilla, dere, no, d’ere

And still I could not make it out from
all the books on the shelves

Imago Ignota

Before you were born
I was blind to the World’s secret power
to the hidden purpose of our desire

Before you were born
you were already part of the World
revealing yourself through your mother’s womb

When you were born
with your darkling eyes, for the first time
and with all the World, you looked
to ask of us our entire life

Clutter

 

…slips in underneath the door

as the sun goes down

this child we have lost

this child we have lost this child we
have lost this child we have lost this
child we have lost this child we have
lost this child we have lost this child

I have opened a window this evening so

that I might hear the rain’s first heavy
drops, there’s sweet scent of jasmine on
clement breeze––Oh gracious world