The Star Carver
They say you find a lively memory
of a world’s early ages
deep within.
Shapes without colours
colours without shapes.
Endeavours without maps,
vision without eyes.
To rejoin the silence was to speak;
to leave behind all lights was to see.
Feel the pristine ground.
Touch the running water.
Does a fire burn afar?
Do you hear the shadows flicker?
For all our ignorance,
— and wonder we hence pursuit —
is but a cave
And someone carved out the gaps
through which starlight shone.
(January 2022, Westport)
Togetherness
A memory.
A yearning.
A wish.
A service.
A product.
A prompt for grandiose visions.
An entrance to elaborate fraud.
A remnant of creation.
A backdrop of being.
A catalyst of love.
A state.
A stage.
A taste.
Away.