TWO POEMS

AND HERE

and here we are
first time around
    or
back again

who can say?
nothing
      to tell

geisha, ninjitsu,
daimyo, ronin
or samurai
                 time
of
  sengoku jidai
and all that that means

your roles
will become apparent
as you step into them

and perhaps
in this version of
our eternal tale

you have
a destiny, you
have a future

and to
cap it
all

allay
your fears

that whelp with a stick
and bad
skin condition

will
  not be Musashi

thirteen years old and
lightning quick
knocking every
atom
   of life out of
you
with aforementioned twig

before
you might
unsheathe
your katana
slightly

adjust
your armour

****

WITH THE TREES

tried to
     share something
with the trees

but the afternoon light
scattered across
their leaves

left me
bedazzled
dazzled me

so much
to the language
that trees speak