On Fate

Some Morning Tides Refuse to Turn

Birds Sing on till Eight Bells Ring,

Kings Sleep Fast while Kingdoms Burn

And Those Who Do, Just Do Nothing.

 

Yet still we See Beyond the Stall

To know that Time Unfolds Our Fate,

Its Ceaseless Hand to Sweep Us All

Ne’er once Too Soon and Ne’er Too Late.  

 

Reprieve

I dug and shaved the edges clean

My feet sunk deep where spade had been,

I Piled the Soil, The Deepest Higher

And sat a While entranced by Fire.

 

The peaty earth enriched my mind

till all on-top seemed far behind,

The Fox and Badger left their lair

to share a moment with me there.

 

Shadows cast by silver light

waxed and waned my thought-filled night,

As if to soothe some pain unseen

that I might rise new-born and clean.

 

And with the grandeur came the Sun

as every day before had done,

Yet in my mind some other seed

had turned its bulb toward my need.

 

I filled and topped my resting place

Sun warmed my back and kissed my face,

The night I spent before my Birth

So very near my last on Earth.