You were always there
Not waiting in the wings
But wearing them
Spectator of my test match
Now long over
Rained out
We're waiting for new ground
The gentle art
Of watching grass grow
Gentle art
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Category Archives: Nature
Someone
Every adventurer
Long absent wanderer
Climbs karst summits
Ride across Americas
Walk entire length of it
Eventually desires
Someone to come home to
We found a cave
Respect before love
As finding a cave
Acknowledging
The ancients
Love afore respect
A sinkhole lake
Delivering
The unmaking
Letting go
All the pretty shiny
People I collected
Never do well as
A trophy on the shelf
Letting go the fragile
Outer homes we grew
While tossed about
Turbulent ocean
Desist the breaking tide
Bay of quiet captures
Wide eyed ones
Hoping to close them
For a while
Ascribe greatness
The world contained
Some useful frames
For understanding
Evolution
A deep scientific wariness
Of ascribing human emotions
To other species
More than one whale biologist
Believe these species
Feel love more
Than humans
- quote from 'Why are we like this: an evolutionary search for life's big answers' by Zoe Kean, New South, 2024.
The journey to being
Wanton attention
Deprives one of pride
Dignity a tiny blossom
Expecting spring gale
To deflower her
The unmaking of tolerable
Rewriting scripts that
Never left the wastebasket
Fine tuning lyrics
To write my heart song to
We were always wanting
On the journey to being seen
In your own time
Poured out like an offering
Waterfall, infinity pool
In the alpine summit
Of glacial paced healing
From losing all held dear
That and more
Saying goodbye took time
Through thousands of moments
Admired over and over
Letting go means allowing
Rapids take you forward
Knowing you have the strength
To stay afloat
Survive another capsize
Walk away into the wilderness
Once more
Ask me again
Won't you?
Life no longer
Violet crumble
In my hands
If only
Sweet honeycomb
Chocolate mess
Ask me over
After work
Take the ticket
To the show
Now state walls
Not a giant mask
Anymore
Storm blows over
World conjures another
Ask me again
For someone to hold
Fake tears fall
From tiny bottle
Until real ones come
Tell the bees
May the goodwoman
Blaze the trail
To the honey box
Knock gently twice
Tell the bees
The whisperer is gone
May they carry on
