This particular wave
Is for a wavering particle
Called from the warm mists hanging like birdsong, forest deep
Dripping green into pools all bejewelled, frogs lick, eyes blink.
I have been inclined to keep time, corralled,
To be exercised and put to work, carefully,
You are looking in the wrong place.
The trouble with the human race,
Gentle world
The scholar made claims with beads, books and spells.
What gifts we have.
We can even see what is not
In the name of the world,
And of the one who spoke
They spat at me
tall and beautiful
It is true that the more I understand the less I know
Peace is clearly more important than who is right
Another storm, another bird blown in.
All forms of creature take shelter here
