Suggests guardian, watchful, watcher --- 'Who has seen the wind?Neither you nor I; But when the trees bow down their heads,
The wind is passing by' Rossetti
Love
There is a love that’s only locked
inside my little trouser pocket
and covered by my fist and luck it
seldom peeps – a shipwreck
lies there snug in the warmth and dark
keeping ancient secrets
behind a leather wallet
quaking as I walk.
Once it did come out to play
in brightness of the daytime
but now, except, in a sliver of moonshine
it’s certain, safer, to stay; to stay.
Arrivals - Xmas 2010
The screen flickers, then changes
and times of trains are moving, changing.
This time of year, many things change;
although one thing seems to never change
- a tension between truth, half-truth and lie,
elastic, it leads from darkness into snow and light.
These days, it’s easy to deride
Truth, offering other headlines
from a mind – my monkey-mind!
What occurs at eclipses, in deserts, big plains
is perspective – beyond our superficial terrain
and, as times up there on that screen change,
a train might arrive
carrying prophet, shaman, seer – or even a friend of mine.
That one's a favorite, a beautiful anticipation and expectation, both. One finds something each time it's read. I hope it was a good season.
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