Thoughts from under a tree at Liberty State Park ….

More poetry from the past …

29.june.01 … last day of school; first day of summer vacation

DRAMA

drama, drama, drama, drama
dalai lama! dalai lama!
in and out and up and down
drama, drama all around
STOP
WAIT
open the gate
release the drama before it’s too late
NO
WAY
not today
electric buzzards need to play
drama, drama, drama, drama
dalai lama! dalai lama!
in and out and up and down
drama, drama round and round

Always There

The darkness gently gives way to daylight
Like a fog receding from over a meadow.
Slow, sporadic, until all the dots of light are connected
Replacing the shadows.
Clarity becomes apparent;
A cosmic knowing of all life’s treasures
Elusive, fleeting, seemingly existent only in the light of day
We look
We think
We see
We reach
We grasp for them
Just as the flecks of darkness begin to descend
Only to render them invisible once more.

No, not invisible whispers the cosmic knowing
But, rather, couched in the shadows.
The treasures are always there
Hiding in the shadows

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