The banal prefer clarity
Impatient with ambiguity
Insisting on bald binaries
Purchased by investing in
Disdain denial delusion

II.      Back to Boston

Banality breeds barbarity
Beginning with brittle self-regard
Combining with vague resentment
Finding in a convenient other
Sufficient blame for fatal infection

A twig cracks and only then
Do I see the darker shadow
Gliding beneath the trees
Pausing to lick a dewy sheaf
To taste a resurrected body

Sound precedes sight despite the speed of light
Last year’s crispy leaves each scratching each
When entirely unexpected twenty-two thousand
Bodily arise from as many self-made tombs
Grounded wingless crawling yet intended to fly

I did not expect much of the cheap
Pouilly-Fuisse several years too old
Surely soured I safely assumed, yet
The still soft cork pulled with a pop
Chilly viscous creamy buttery delicious

Five first figs hard and green
Might well be perceived a
Paltry season. Yet patience please
There is more than one harvest
Still a chance for purple plentitude.

On the bright afternoon of May’s full moon
Two glistening Black Snakes emerge from
Mint and lemon balm in tight embrace
Writhing urgently through cool verdency
Ecstatically involved in renewing their race

A stiff breeze blows from the southeast
Blue black grey clouds darken the
Midday sun white caps spray across the
Bay as a trough moves against the tide
Sails full a skipjack trawls its bed

The Septendecim Symphony
Accompanied by honeysuckle scent
Millions of castanets cacophonate as a
Theremin oscillates woofs and roars
Crescendo ascending with the sun

Cicadas have returned
Marmorated Stink Bugs propagate
Bag-worms metamorphize
A surprising salmon-red frog
Same color as cicada eyes

Ordinary Timre

         I.    Today

Fireflies dancing in tall grass
Heavenly Ganges straight above
Moon below western mountains
Sun still crossing an eastern sea
Another day unfolds.

Three Aspects

Struggling
Suffering
Submitting

Struggling is different than flight or fight
It is a wrestling of wrong-with-right
Seeking shared purpose

Suffering shared is different than despair
Excavating a grace to persevere
Love sufficient, even to self-sacrifice

Submitting is different than subjecting
Choosing freely crafting carefully
Confirming all we share in common

Informed
Knowing
Wise

What was done still needs doing
And greater works than these
Shall we do

 “The present moment now,
What does it ask? I have no way to see:
It has many good and lovely things to show,
But they’re only burdens I must cast from me.
I’m driven by an unyielding yearning:
No counsel left, but only tears unending.”

What shall we do?

Who is creating what 
What is being created (by who)
What are you creating

Specific subject still in action
An independent clause, perhaps
A complete thought (mirabile dictu)

Creation unfinished still unfolding
Creating continually exponentially
Creating is becoming – to be

Too often prayer is not praying
Song is not singing
Life is not living

So our synthesis may be a sentence
Noun (subject) and gerund
Even a split infinitive

Accepted – projected – this noun
Subverts – perverts – its lively origin
Transforming enthusiastic to inert

Is growth then the antithesis of to-grow
The suffix transforming verbal into nominal
Converting our action into thing, doing into done

Constant growth deepening the chasm
Between each and every created thing
Gradual dimness growing into darkness

As the scale of the universe doubles
Matter’s density is reduced by a factor of 8
While density of dark energy perpetuates

Cosmic acceleration (at its start)
Might well be a quick twist of his wrist, or…
Extemporaneous random coincidence

While quintessence was quiet
Did dark energy exist
Sistere is not exsistere

Not earth air wind
Certainly not fire
Not generation nor corruption

No motion nor momentum
No dimension no push or pull
No measure no name no thing

Nullity perhaps nothingness
Not just absence but
Fundamental non-existence

What then is our antithesis?
Neither death nor destruction
For these pre-suppose creating

V.

Creating is our thesis
Creare to make
Crescere to grow

We are on fire
Laughing singing dancing
Running into the wind
Tending our roses and strawberries
Kissing our tiny baby’s wrinkled feet
Weaving one bright strand with another
We know the consequences of creation.

And ripping the cloth in two

We are on fire
Conceiving designing
Constructing entire new cities
Moving mountains capturing rivers
Making gardens in deepest desert
Flying to Paris the moon and Mars
We are adept at the praxis of creation.

And its undoing

IV.

We are on fire
We dissect the sub-atomic
Calculate cosmic scope and scale
Count our nucleotides
Map the sequence of adenine
Guanine, cytosine and thymine
We are fluent in the languages of creation.

And desecration

In undertaking
Physical purgation
We look for
Intellectual illumination
Hoping for
Spiritual unification