Insect life

Lady Bug

Holds fast a leaf,

Surfs the wind.


Human weather

On cold, windy, stormy nights,

Windows thump, rattle and beat,

The rain so quickly passed,

Like thuds of a human hearts.

Time dissolves

Too rare are my visits here

Where the city’s still

And every surge and pulse

of cloud and air you hear.

Feel free in your impulse

Where only birds trill.



In the night beyond the walls

where we labor unceasing

with our echoes of meaning,

far beyond the empty urban sprawl

further than even the stars

and yet close to the humming cars-

an unperturbed quiet.