Lost Sun Wolf

Land is enough
So why do I hold
So close to my being
This building of plans
Future visions
Amounting to more stacks
Of unread books?

To see, to breathe,
To smells deeply
As I stand patiently
Watching grass blow
And clouds roll.

I try to explain
Why wolf culls are horrific,
Why medicating healthy
Is sponsored iotrogenics.

But the scroll keeps
Dragging attention
Through foreign landscapes
And cute puppies,
Into weddings of strangers
And good times
I’ve seen before
In beer commercials.

It’s ok
Because it’s too much
To take in
Especially all at once.

So I stand here,
Void of that voice
Realizing deeply
Just like setting sun
That I will be forgotten soon
And tomorrow
Which will always come
Will be another day
To try.

By Heart

A note of credible
Creative credible
Caught in a crossfire
Rapid fire with no cease fire.

And there she sat
For light poured down
Upon the holy place she did sit
And Gods spoke loudly
For light was blinding.

All around smoke poured down
Glittering against pale memories
A scene too fresh to look back upon
Ringing still tangible.

Then there was movement
Realization of a crescent
Ricochette and limbo
Like cats recently perched
In a window watching prey.

For she ruptured
Directly beneath,
From inside, outwards, upwards
Raging in brilliance
Into a new score
Unwritten by heart.