earth day 2021

 
 
the seeming randomness of so many things
makes it feel as though chaos and chance
are the only demi-gods in the revolving door
pitching ideas and sending up trial balloons
into ether and sky and hearts and minds
but we all see patterns of creation sparked
by vernal resurrection that can only be
a divine hand painting the hillsides in green
and delicate violet

whats for dinner

lying on the old sofa in the screened porch

my view is of the tree tops

bold black strokes of a calligraphers pen

drawing thick trunks and long limbs

across a carolina blue sky

filled in with sponged leaf and green buds

interrupted by fat chenille bumbles bouncing

against the screen

and the fussing of wren parents going on about whose turn it is

to feed the hungry littles

soft spring breezes from an april I’ve never lived

in my previous lives rocks me gently in this spacious afternoon

but now its five o’clock and the rumble of a late day train

shakes me from this reverie as the small dog tunes

to the trains whistling call

and I rise to rummage through the pantry

for the makings of the evening dinner

laws of physics and other fairy tales

its no wonder physics is rattled

time has taken a holiday

and with it gravity

energy and motion have increased

and decreased

at the same moment

but see how the sun strides across the advent room

in early morning splendor

shining gold against walls

of pear and faded aquamarine

Breaking News: Evidence is mounting that a tiny subatomic particle is being influenced by forms of matter and energy that are not yet known to science but which may nevertheless affect the nature and evolution of the universe. New York Times

Happy Easter!

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i thank You God for most this amazing day
By e e cummings

i thank You God for most this amazing day:
for the leaping greenly spirits of trees
and a blue true dream of sky;and for everything
which is natural which is infinite which is yes

(i who have died am alive again today,
and this is the sun’s birthday;this is the birth
day of life and love and wings:and of the gay
great happening illimitably earth)

how should tasting touching hearing seeing
breathing any-lifted from the no
of all nothing-human merely being
doubt unimaginably You?

(now the ears of my ears awake and
now the eyes of my eyes are opened)

in-between time

Dusk lingers on this early Spring evening

before Easter vigil begins,

the time in-between life and death

and life again.

I cover the tender lettuces again

to save them from certain death.

Life is that way, isnt it?

A cycle of little deaths, after life, after death

and then the sun shines again

and we all raise our arms to the sky

giving thanks for today

before the in-between time

begins again.