Time…

The surest thing I know about time, is that I don’t know anything.

It expands, contracts and stretches wide, intra-dimensionally.

Joy makes my clocks run faster, sorrow makes them slow.

Children and dogs make time flash by.

My lost ones spin out into spaceblack infinity.

Playing in my garden, stops time in its tracks.

Contemplating my first year asparagus,

Shoots me into the future.

Delicious.

 

Time

Time

Clenched, hunched,
Jaws clamped tight,
Brow, twisted with bitter intent
Summon bits of strength against
The rolling flow

A treacly wave that threatens to
sweep you over that edge.
Not so far away,
You can see it, just there.

You struggle to stay strong,
Planting your feet, quivering
Exhausted thighs braced against
a wave filled with broken furniture,
Cars and homes and people,
Crashing past.

The horizon disappears,
That great divide between
what is and what is not,

Breathe faster, work harder
Suffocating more, there’s
always more and more.

The tide lifts you skyward,
picks you up and sets you down,
To where you can’t remember.

On the beach, exhausted.
Gritty sand beneath your cheek
Your skin thin and wrinkled
Breathing short and shallow
And still you fight
to push it back, 
as it laps your toes.

Let time be your steed,
A milk white mare
Get on, hold tight and ride. 

Her muscles bunch and stretch
Her forelegs reach and paw the miles
Hindquarters sink, deep into the earth

Your body floats,
your arms reach out, to
bury your face in her rough mane
and ride.

Your calves grip her sides and your feet try to meet
She leaps forward, you nearly slide off
Her silken rump,

She slows and you find your balance once again
And ride.

Her fine head tosses, eyes rolled back
She’s coursing ahead,
You laugh
And let your heart leap forward with her.     

Time is a steed,
A milk white mare,
Hold on tight
And ride.

Tiny

Ancient dinosaur 

Tracks across my boardwalk

Fan footed and fierce, 

She sinks into the soft snow.

History in the making.

Just go on

Does the waterfall hold back

her waters as they plunge downward,

Foaming and furling

into dark pools 

Deep and cold?

Does she draw herself away from the thirsty? 

Does the sun hold back 

her shine,

Spilling swift and soft through velvet space

upon the earth below?

When does she hoard her light and say you’ve had enough?

Does the earth scratch back

her black soil from the trees

And halt the churning alchemy of life,

Saying, I’ve fed you long enough?

Be like the waterfall, 

Or the sun. 

Be like the earth

And just go on,

Pouring forth and shining,

Nurturing and feeding,

Loving and giving.

Just go on. 

November light

Quickly, grab the camera, squeeze your mud boots on sockless.

The sun dazzles in a blue patch the clouds have overlooked.

I run to where the grass glistens and she follows,

Trotting behind me,

Then she turns and sits, waiting like a Dame.

Her moment in the sun.

 

What are trees for?

What are trees for?

They lift your gaze up from the ground, and draw it to the skies

Your soul will follow, grateful.

Their roots are deep, they will not move

They bear our biting axes and fall before our saws.

If we leave them standing, they will shape a bridge,

From earth to what’s beyond,

From what, to who we are.

They’ll catch the light and hold it tight

So we can gaze upon it,

They’ll dance for us,

With wind they’ll bend

and swing to ceaseless music.

And if we’re tired, they’ve sprinkled piney needles on the ground

A curving shallow scented nest where we can rest and breathe.

Climb up!

Embrace the trees that root and stand and sing and dance before you.

They’ll share their treasures with you, take you far beyond your dreams.

Terrie Rolph

Together

Once, I caught a Schipperke
She leapt up from the grass
To where I rested in the sun,
Warm on a granite boulder.

She leapt into my arms,
quite by accident, of course.
No Schipperke would ever
let herself be caught on purpose.

I closed my arms around her,
my heart climbed up my throat.
I knew those little black dogs
were the Faery’s favoured form
And if you catch a Schipperke
They’re forced to grant your wish,
So I whispered in her furry ear
My selfish deep desire,

That we might stay together now, forever.

Dragonfly

The sun draws her fingers
Across the clipped lawn,
In a farewell caress.

The breeze tousles the trees,
A dragonfly holds tight.

She knows

Sometimes I wonder if she’s trying to tell me something.

Something I’m not keen to know
I pay attention to her anyway
She wobbles
More than I like.
Then leaps across two couches like
a puppy.
Sleeping,
The grey mask spills across her muzzle,
And dribbles across her chest.
She’s thin.
But eats like a lion.
Her morning fierceness
Barks and bites me out
of my warm bed
She’s not trying to tell me that
She hasn’t much time left,
I know that.
She’s not trying to remind me,
To cherish our moments,
I do that.
I love her and she owns me,
Completely.
I hope she knows that.

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