"Here. On earth…epitaph to lost radiances
lost fables, lost cities..."
- Wilson Harris, Companions of The Day
And Night (1975)
Like ocean liners they cruise thoughts turn; children
love touching the grand trunk curl; we had to import
them after the fireworks dealer packed up – ground
rule summits not worth night lighting; + grain toss
who yard pecking care?
Stepping off the Curiosity . labour recognizes
seam lace ties | principals of proportion
shake our golden^apple tree . Time up! unhook
that native content.
Virgo for spirit^ketch . you should think twice
before trying anything godspeedy here | the bateau
ride maybe . over our diamond falls; steaming
mists epiphany^like below . rocks of compassion.
Bees buzzing over caste our elephants ignore
contrails, the entrails from continents of origin;
they learn about room visibility, how to grow old
together standing.
\ Sons ‘n’ daughters parent
text perfecting, hind sightless though it seems,
can’t wait for Earth renewal day | sun up
sans wedding garlands, mud bath by the river
calves at spray play . Ah, Heaven.
– W.W.
PATIENCE
There is no blooming text you cannot
outgrow. So last Summer’s flowering
masterpiece seems this Fall’s uttered rot
or, at best, dry leaves for composting
throughout Winter-months that heed no seed.
But don’t throw out those pages yet. Wait:
no book’s so bad that it doesn’t need
time to slide into its fairest fate
of being, clearer than before, seen
for, not what you thought it should have been
but, what its essence was and still is:
balanced like Earth-tree imbalances.
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(from “Readiness”, by Brian Chan, 2013)
FARJOURNEY CARIBBEAN 