Crash

the stone like a cannonball
was unstoppable
splintering trees and sky
to collide with that which could not
hear its approach
now flattened.
life stops with a roar.
nature's force will enforce
the fall.

Bliss

in the shadows of the day
I know not what to say
so I listen to the stories of your sighs
your hands illustrating
like the gnat as it flies
orchestrating
the elegance of silence.
elegance unbroken
in the high altitude sky
in your amber green eye
in me
hailing incarnate beauty
in pines spied
or sunroof framed
neck craned to gaze as we drive.
haunted by heat I flee to meet
the cape of coolness and I,
once upon a time I remembered
the face of God in the grace
of green
in what is seen I see.