Drops of Rain

fall into the Earth

and I really like the sound

so comforting

even the drizzle that follows

delights the ear

it is sheer fun

babies squeal in happiness

and motorcycles

roar down the street

two of them

one following the other

there is so much power in us

we have come so far

travelled so many roads

that to me it seems

dying is like

lighting a lamp.

My Breath in my Right Ear

is like the breeze

in a garden

from childhood

it is my mother’s

womb

it is the sound

of the ocean waves

it is the life in me

what has been

and what is to come

it is this warm moment

dripping with sunlight

it is the morning

whispering

I love you.

Cool Mountain Breeze

how nice you feel

how beautiful

your relaxing sound

in the morning

after a good night’s sleep

cool mountain breeze

you take me to

the playgrounds

of my childhood

where I run in joy

cool mountain breeze

you are my lover

you take me into

your arms

and your caresses

are like no one else’s.

When a Line of Poetry

comes to your mind

it makes the world

magical

if you want it red

and yellow

then so will it be

if you want

sparkling seas in silver

and trees with fruit

hanging under the moon

then so will it be

but it can also

suddenly turn

into a nightmare

and you might

find yourself

bleeding to death

shrieks and cries

all around you

and the sound

of the universe

unrolling itself

winding up

contracting to a dot

and disappearing.

Sometimes the Mind is not Thinking Anything

it is just lost

and stays lost

I like the conversation

my neighbours

are having

it comforts me

it feels nice

listening

to the birdchirp

strangely today

I even like

the sound of

the TV droning

and now the

chickens are

in my property

squawking

and I am still lost

as folks talk

and I don’t want

to be found.

I am Flowing like the Sound of these Chainsaws

cutting down trees

which fall to the ground

with a crash and a thump

and in this summer

my slow moving fan

looks beautiful

but the chainsaws

sound like they

have gone mad

like big bad bees

buzzing insane

and this crazy sun

burning

in the sky

full of delerium

melts in my eyes

until I am on all fours

blind and bounding

out of my house

barking with the dogs

on the road.

A Whirlwind Drives

all thought

and sound

out of my mind

and I sit here

blank and numb

like an inanimate

object

like I’m an effigy

on this chair

and then I look

at the words

forming

on this screen

and my fingers

typing them

and my eyes flutter

and I press my hands

together

and once again

I can hear my voice

in my ears

and I calm down

and smile.