hope, oh hoopoe
Carved slices of inspiration from yellow Spanish sun
imbibing whirling words born of this hazy, lazy peace
the hoopoe hopes I hear his whooping cry of help
I hark it, friend, and eat it hungry, up with sprinkles
of warmth, the drizzles of sunkissed lizard skitters
and so I lasso swooping playful parakeets with
cerebral gossamer threads and ride high with them
flying aside their vivid green feathers in azure skies
shimmers fade gentle to dusk, chill night's creeping
bright blue turns to purples shot red, as if bruised by
hurt inflicted by busy locals numb to daily treasures
taken for granted, another brilliantine day ignored
resulting scars smear, besmirching sky’s toil and spark.
all whilst this solo man wrenches tentacle clutching
steely coils and clock springs lose grip, loosening and
unwinding to turn languid and lax. Oiled with wine
crushed of local grapes, the crux of nearby rich soil
fecund fruits that nourish earth with beauty, bounty
mediterranean. And sit I, among the whisper voices
distant dogs lamenting the strut of far stray cats
alone amid it all, invisible roots darting down
into ancient strata. By myself yet so full, fulfilled
love and life course through my veins, my carbon
spiked grey metal memories sluffed and cast asunder
break on rubble and bones of umbilical humdrums.
life flows by sonder, relinquishes, and settles at last.