Ayaz Daryl Nielsen- Three Poems

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)