The Greatest

The greatest tributes are flowing.
This colossus we knew.
Long the bell tolls -boundless the ring-
for love as love is due.
Our giant became larger than life
so big-hearted we knew.
Our confined dreams call the midwife,
a champion will do.
Outrageous, yes! But never foul.
High on the higher view.
Courageous words may be knocked down,
the greatest remain true.

Ground Nesting

 

When all the animals that could leapt up
to play our icons of virtue,
and all the animals that could dived low
that each might rise again at will,
the lapwing turned to grass and her eggs stone.
Through her field we stroll unaware.

Like thunder enraged beasts colour the air:
all-round heroes of Aesop.
I am the invisible one, my call
a ricochet of the north wind.
I am grass; my eggs, stone. As seasons fade
my projects come to fruition.

We can admit we have walked a circle
with no idea of its centre.
We are not enraged beasts famed for hunting
nor hold we bright wisdom aloft.
While truth remains vital we can admit
we have found only grass and stones.

Like a whisper perhaps to soft to mind
let all hear a voice ring nearby.
I am the invisible one indeed
let a full moon light on my nest.
I am grass; my eggs, stone. As seasons fade
my projects come to fruition.

The Leap

 

How the porpoise was drawn into the seas
holding a pace seeming stationary
and, bagged on a shelf in a store of years,
who would believe: love is perfected yet.

Moon-proud a sillhouette over our seas-
a second sight at the antipodes-
curving like the rainbow before she fades
just as never was: love is perfected yet.