Love is There
(at any age, on any page)
Where?
Up?
If I look up,
will I see it?
Out? If I go
outside, will I
be it?
Around the
world, where no
bound can
keep it?
Or deep inside,
where when I
hurt I hide it?
Love is there.
It’s everywhere.
Reach out;
we’ve earned
it. Teach it, and
we’ll learn it.
Everyone of
Earth and
on
deserves
love from
birth to
build upon.
Mother and Father
(on hearing five of the Solomons
have sunk due to rising sea water)
Once and once again
There was a child
The child is Earth
And we are her protectors
We are the parents
Of the Earth (earth and
Air and water)
For our children
Whom we leave
The planet of our future
Pre-Dawn
Birds are noisy
Waking up the rest
Of the world
Mist along the
Edges of the yard
A damp feel
Light enough for
Artificial lamps
Turning useless
Now earth turns
Over a bit to be
Washed by the
Day’s new air
Bending without
Voice the arcs
Of branches
Enough for them
To moan a little
Wind cleans night
With round beads
Of dew water
Surprise and
Comfort in the
Dawning tasks
Lines
I tried to make a cursive h
(If we know what cursive is
I hear it’s no longer taught
In school)
Anyway (my rant set aside),
I failed to get it right and,
In my attempt to
Write it right,
I saw what makes the letter
A circle, more an oval
Straight line descending
At an angle, then upon
A simple arch
Those three shapes
Make this alphanumeric
Contribution
Such plain things make up
The world
Lines are bent or remain
Straight, all to recommend
How Earth might be
By keepers and expressers
Who delight with beauty in
Design
This is the World
The world’s too big, you know;
Even when we stand, too often
Upon others, to shake fists of
Presupposing power, we won’t
Earn a living dot to be perceived
From far away—even, say, from
Worlds known and yet unknown
Is height-to-planet ratio somehow
Universal? On smaller planes or
Habitably larger, are we there
Proportioned in some way so
That our diminishment remains?
And must that make sense to
Have not one of us be tall enough
To overwhelm the rest—and is
This maddening thought or comfort?
Tell the ruler of Babel or the director
Of Auschwitz: they built insanely
High and wide, never valuing
The true size of Earth beyond
Provision of a circular base on
Which to keep the demons’ scale
Tray that they desired to keep
Unbalanced toward their part,
Never mind that justice rode upon
The other side, preparing to upend;
At the last, we are one by one, no
Monument to detect from space
Which has to be enough—we can
Build each other up, thus making
Better, reaching obelisks to scrape
A spiritual sky upon the Earth
(from a photo-prompt of cows; photo by Annie Spratt)
Meanings
(nebby is evidently a Pittsburgh expression,
a compressing of neighborly and nosey)
definition of a cow: trying to be a horse
of a dog: doesn’t understand the diplomacy of cats
of a cat: one who perceives dogs as pointless
definition of a child: not a miniature adult
of a parent: nervous the length of child-life
a soldier: serving with all there is
definition of democracy: each one matters
of an earth: that without which we do not live
of God: maker; providentially nebby
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