February 20, 2000

How Strange

How strange
Not to love him,
Or even to care.
My day starts,
As usual
With him not there.

How strange
Not to wait for
A single short word.
My day ends
As usual
Im glad Ive not heard.

How strange
Not to bother
If he breathes or does not
My dreams are
As usual
Hes not in the plot.

Posted by Midus at 07:37 PM

February 11, 2000

Attic & Cellar

I climbed the steep stair
to the attic
you followed
just in case
I slipped
The air was dry
scented sweetly
chilli dehydrating
on wire wracks
A keg of apples
fermenting
cider for warm
late night drinks
bunches of herbs
crunchy to touch

In the cellar
deep below the kitchen
the potatoes
we dug yesterday
still cling to the dirt
loathe to let it go
Apples and pears
wrapped in brown paper
settle down side by side
in cardboard boxes
waiting for winter.

Posted by Midus at 04:51 PM

February 10, 2000

The Ancients

Do you hear it
in the howl of the wind
in the shifting of the sands
the soft pad of yucca sandals
Anasazi the Ancient Ones
walking in the seasons' change
The death of the Earth
the quiet time
the white time
only survival matters

Do you hear it
in the drip of melting ice
in the music of the stream
the soft clink of turquoise beads
Anasazi the Ancient Ones
walking in the seasons' change
Rebirth of the Earth
the planting time
the growing time
soil tilled seeds sown

Do you hear it
in the rustling grass
in the summer storms
the chatter and the laughter
Anasazi the Ancient Ones
walking the seasons' change
The Earth abundant
the tending time
the toiling time
anticipating plenty

Do you hear it
in the fall of leaves
in the crackle of the fire
the trading and the stories
Anasazi the Ancient Ones
walking the seasons' change
Harvesting the Earth
the feasting time
the storing time
the circle joins

Do you hear it
in the canyons echos
in the whispers caught in time
the voices of a nation gone
Anasazi the Ancient Ones
walking away
the Earth abandoned
the drought time
the desolate time
sand drifts cover tracks

Posted by Midus at 07:25 AM