Insanities Ignored

I’ve lifted fallen leaves 

reversed embroideries 

rinsed dreams in inexplicable inks 

dipped words into oceans 

and sent them brine-drenched 

into distant thunder, 

I’ve worshipped silence 

venerated the opaque 

and borne weary days 

pretending they sit light on shoulders;

I know it’s I that walked,

but it’s as though I’ve sat still all along

on a park bench or at a precipice 

a bus stop and at the edge of a war

sat still and still sit still,

only, there’s you laughing

and despite all evidence

refusing to exclaim

‘you are crazy!’

Love is a simple thing

A little boy by a stream 

sitting on a rock

tosses a pebble;

splash 

ripple 

and water flowing 

as it always has

oblivious almost

to interruption

and the boy

oblivious to oblivion 

tosses a pebble

waits 

for what, he does not know

and does not wonder about.