The Black Atlantic – Reverence for fallen trees
- Baiulus
- Fragile Meadow
- Heirloom
- An ocean and peril
- Old, dim light
- Walked-on wood
- Dandelion
- Madagascar
- Reverence for fallen trees
- I shall cross this river
Baiulus
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Fragile Meadow
Woman,
Tranquilly labouring at our love’s cultivation
I do believe
I am fortunate to have met you
Woman,
How ephemeral our grace is, in these wind stricken plains
I do believe
It is our fate to reside here
Away from the mountains of youth and safety
In a fragile meadow
(We build our home)
Woman,
I see you bloom in this sun that we have shaped
I do believe
You are my companion and lover
Through our rains and wintry phases
I have come to love you for you
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Heirloom
Heirloom to an old sun
Now, you are in the light the trees owned for so long
In this tide that explodes on your retina
Can you still look upwards into this vacant sky?
To inhabit the winds on your own
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An ocean and peril
I have neither food nor water
I have neither pain nor medicine
I can neither dream nor sleep
I am in this blighted place
And, I am haunted
By an ocean that beckons me
I hear it’s siren call of oblivion
And within contained a sad and wonderful plea
Of eerie depths and cool embrace
I am in this blighted place
And, I am haunted
By an ocean that beckons me
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Old, dim light
Old, Dim Light
(We are) signed by the road showing us home
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Walked-on wood
Last night you were running errands with dad, in his car
Tied the ropes around the fence
And saved a ewe flipped on her back
Come morning, the house was full of strangers
You stood out, like knots on old, walked-on wood
One bumped off the ladder
Another moves a rung
I can feel the summer in this current
Behind your shoulders, he looms
What can you say?
When Winter is lodged in your throat
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Dandelion
Now she walks the land
The heart of which she always belonged to
On the back ways
Finding wild flowers and stones
For a wise woman’s treasury
She set free to the wind
When the clock of her memory dispersed
Into uncountable, incomprehensible time capsules
Film rearranged on the reel
In her eyes, I would always be four years old
My dandelion,
It is not uncomplicated when the life of a loved one fades away
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Madagascar
O, great and wondrous world
How the dice of evolution came up with a surprise
To make these tiny particles come alive
And for them to drape all things
With a cosmic blanket of meaning
When dust cherishes no memories
Makes you wonder
Whether man needs the lie like air to survive
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Reverence for fallen trees
Solemn is the expanse of canopy
A boundless cathedral
Funneling rays into this past I could not have known
I leave memories shimmering
Pristine
And, in the glint of the light on the wavelets
I am reborn, somber green
In reverence for fallen trees
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I shall cross this river
My love, she has chosen me
For my candor of speech
She takes me to the river
Like a child at play
She sees not this bitter man
But the promise of a lover
Once the darkness washes off
She moves into my arms
So too, my folks support me
Through my restless whims
They see not this failure
But the promise of a firstborn
When my darkness leaves
When my fall is complete
I shall cross this river
For them
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