Super-Saturated

Stumbling picture of the brain
Sending messages quite plain
Or else obscure, uncharted meaning
Locked within, enchanted, teaming
With envisioned life. The dreaming
Seething centre laughing, creening,
Reaching for its lost refrain
In the recess of the brain.

A thousand stories yet untold
A million images unfold
Uncounted harmonies unsung
Unnumbered patterns still not sprung
Awake impossible to sustain
Exploding in the sleeping brain.

I am here

I am. I’m here. I am alive.
Let me not neglect rejoicement in this fact.

When all is battle, life in me will strive
To overcome. This life defends the tract
Of universe that’s me, and I survive.
The turmoil passes and this life refracts
The light into the dark till I revive.
Joy comes: unexpected, inexact;
The life in me will thrill to it and thrive.
Therefore I will not neglect this pact:

I am, am here, and am alive,
And I will not neglect rejoicement in this fact.

Spring (in Cape Town!)

Spring

Twigs are scattered across the sky;

Leaves have budded and burst

To wave a delicate lace, defy

The winter winds that thirst

For leaves dispersed.


Flowers are sparkling across the ground;

Colours have blossomed despite

The winter chill’s disgust, astound

The eye and give delight

To insect flight.