Saturday, May 18, 2013



Out past Jupiter thirty or so miles
my Earth
is a speck and beyond that where
I wonder
are the answers to whom or what
do we owe
this amazing magnificent universe
with birds
singing and cicadas crawling out
of ground
after a long seventeen-year sleep?

And why...
...why here or in any other galaxy
should love
between any two or more creatures
be thought 
offensive to Whomever or Whatever
sparked life
into dark matter and darker energy
and protons
together with neutrons and electrons
and minerals?

Don’t trust soothsayers with answers
bigger
than their questions and doubt.


This is Dorothy's House...
Not the Wizard of Oz's
Dorothy... 
but a Dorothy even more adventurous
than the one from Kansas.
...and those guava blossoms 
are blooming on Dorothy's tree...
and appropriately there is a band playing
in a bandstand by a railroad station
just down the road.


...And back at home
my hummingbird chicks are quickly outgrowing
the nest their mother made.


1 comment:

Helen T. said...

Love the house! And those tiny eggs -- what a production!
And again your writing speaks to me -- always.