Thursday, January 31, 2013
Like an intermittent sound tone
or light through intermittent fog
we pray intermittently
to an intermittent god.
Sometimes he is in our corner
and sometimes far away
so sometimes he says nothing
and at others, says "Okay!"
We claim he knows what's good for us
or swear he doesn't care
but what if he travels all over,
and can't be everywhere?
Neitzsche said that "God is dead,"
others swear by free will
but maybe all along he's been intermittent.
That would explain a few things.
Tuesday, January 15, 2013
|Deer image by a photographer named Deb, I found it when I Googled "deer grazing." Here's her flickr page: http://www.flickriver.com/photos/kywoody/201299871/
O deer, grazing as the
flies named in your honor do the same upon you
chomp and step
gently tugging at the grasses
twitch an ear unsettle a bug to buzz
and re-approach inches over.
Suggest to disturb their activity
with the little wind whistling swishes of your
listen for predators
(larger than the flies that is)
Over a fence
in a corral
a horse sees you, snorts,
thinks he's got it so much better
than you, for he can outright swat!
Step, step tug,