Solar Beings
Solar beings, we circle again as
the sun hisses ‘This is it! Time
doesn’t return what night winds
sweep away, those dark winds
never blow the same way twice -
and, hidden! Hidden is even the
faintest murmurs of your inner
magic!’ Our sun insists, ‘Sacred-
ness can always be recovered!
Merge the known and the un-
known, the past and the future,
into one solar presence without
any neediness of claiming any-
thing other than chance from
every sun-lit street corner’s
zephyrs of celestial existence’
cascade
days of rain glide
under our bridges
pluvial acolytes and
disciples of rivers
an older us whom
wonder embraces
Constant celebrants of
the boundless Mardi Gras
Thrumming our melodies
within echoes of footfalls
from each and all of us
Well, imagine that!
Thrumming melodies
within echoes of footfalls
from each and all of us!
ayaz daryl nielsen, husband, father, veteran, x-roughneck (as on oil rigs)/hospice nurse, editor of bear creek haiku (25+ years/120+ issues), homes include Lilliput Review, Jellyfish Whispers, Writing the Whirlwind, Shamrock, and! bearcreekhaiku.blogspot.com (translates as joie de vivre)
glad to have my poetry on Dead Snakes!
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