THE
COOL SIDE
In
Summer’s warmy midnights,
In
the whispers of a meager fan,
I
turn in sleep
flip-flop like a
pancake on the cooktop.
Or
when my neck goes
Moist
and soppy,
Enough
to umber out of sleep
And lay there like a fish on a
plank.
I
pull my secret maneuver
And
flip the warm pillow
(that hot armadillo)
To the underside of the pillow,
(this cooling willow)
And Ahh…
down into sleep again.
Acrobat
Daredevil Grasshoppers
LIVE
In My
Backyard!
From nowhere – from anywhere
They leap!
Flung at incredible speed
To bash into brick,
Slam into wall!
Bounce off my chest and
Hurl their leggy structures
Across the grass or into the bushes.
And this entertainment is FREE!
SPROINGG!
CRASH!
THUNK.
CLACKETY-BAMM!
SWIDDLE and FLOOSH!
Just yesterday, as I found me mowing and moving,
A super-circus grasshopper
Sir Sidney Springmoon (I believe),
Sss-popped up
And
Gripped to the red metal showfloor,
(the hot cowl that covers the blade)
And there he paused, poised…
While
I mowed forward, watching him.
And fearlessly, Sir Sidney shot skyward!
In a triple-backflip spin-around leap,
He sailed through sunshine, grinning up at
me,
Then to glance off a sunny rock
And swish into a flowerbed!
This, ladies and gentlemen, is
Top-notch Arachnid Entertainment!
Happy, hoppy, hooplah…
LIVE!
In my backyard.
The Speaking
Sky
(Psalm 19:1-3)
The heavens declare,
like A voice everywhere
I look up: You are there,
So all Heaven declares.
The clouds have a voice:
The clouds showed me:
A patch of blue.
An opening of paper-torn grace,
Bright blue shining through
downy fluff-cotton white:
“This stormish between us will soon take flight.”
Or Friday, driving home,
Huge billows, sky pillows
Great witnesses or this
All-everywhere audience, applauding
in Smeared glazes of swish
Or silver-white broccoli bushes
Flowering, towering, all across the up,
Speaking to me a deeply-thundering
CONFIDENCE,
Huge and silent in my chest:
Im-pressing, In-fusing,
In-breathing,
In-spiriting
A tender-boomy unmeasurable
Orchestral whisp:
The music of Christ, hymning, humming,
Another
song of trust and bubbling,
Sweetly, in the laughter of children.
The heavens declare!
Hear their voice everywhere.
You will always be there,
So the heavens declare.