Homage Due

Mountain goat, muscular antelope,
agile, nimble ability to scale difficulties.

Lamb, ram,
out on a limb,
vista of spiritual ambition.

Walk a rocky ledge.
Craggy rock, rising rock,
risky, rocky obstacle strewn path
taken in stride.
Narrow ledge of present
opens to infinite horizon of possibilities.

Sure footed climber,
shaggy, woolly white,
long face bearded, short tail, long black horns.

Steep slope no problem for non-slip traction hooves.
On slippery ice
dew claws hang on.
Hang on, hang on.
Out of instinct?
Out of curiosity?
Out of belief you can?

Impossible angle.
Impossible elevation.
Impossible precipice.

Forest descent for mineral lick,
salt lick,
natural lick.
Taste of needed nutrients.
Clay.
Out of the way.

So far from home
they roam
known
to need
what we don’t know they need.

Norseman Buri revealed
as divine cow Audhumler licks cosmic salt ice.
Her passions passed on to
descendants generations removed.
Sacred vessels holding our sins.
Sacrificed for our sins,
to appease the gods.

Words

Black and blue words
on a crumpled page
are rolled tight in a fist
and tossed aside.

Smothered phrases
unable to utter their meaning
sputter and gag as an agitated mind
quickly leaps from one unconnected passionate thought
to another.

Ink rolls smoothly
off the tip of a glib ball point pen,
sassy pink veneer self assured
and cocky.

But the streaky symbols
don’t stand a chance against lightening fast hands;
quick to judge and dispose impressions
before seeing becomes believing
and what is written
might be read as the truth.

Magical Brew

tea

Autumn sunshine
burst of energy
dark clouds banished for now

flags blowing
crisp attention
patriotism on display
no indication of alchemy at hand

delicate flavors
sweet aroma
hint of mystery in a cup

it’s magic
in a cup
magic steeping
brewing
in a cup

time stands still
with the meeting of two friends
encapsulated in a hug
encapsulated in a cup

a spell is cast with the first sip
the first kiss
the first sip of tea
that kisses the lips

roar of an engine breaks the enchantment
boxes are delivered
bicycles scoot by

music plays
patio drinks and laughter
weekend at hand
but
the mind is lost
steeped in memory
passion brewing
heat of magic
conjured in a cup
lingers on the lips