World Garden

World Garden

On the backs of ancestors
Endless tracts tread light
Falling down
These stars of mine

Descending in night
From somewhere on high

Rolling control
Revolutions per minute
On rich soil shoal

Unravelling jewels
Gems and scrolls

Extrasolar

In the distance
Beneath
An ocean of
Light pinpricks

Going Vertical

Going Vertical

Calling from her
On a distant golden beach,
Marooned, watching
Into the return of me
Not forgetting all the
Good and bad I was watched in.

How could I ever forget?
One instinct always survived,
Making me shoot flares
Equivocally from angled horizons.