So what
If you don’t know
this or that!
As long as you still listen to the wind
hush through trees, or lash across
mountains, deserts or dunes;
and with closed eyes can detect the subtle
shifts in the nasals, plosives and fricatives of nature’s
complex tongue as it tells its simple tales.
So what
if you don’t know
this or that!
As long as you keep the lenses
of all your senses clean – so you can make sense
of a world, made senseless by indoor knowledge.
What if you knew
the real from the false?
What if?
Now that would be
the kind of knowledge
that would make sense!
Never Just Nothing
It’s never just nothing;
dust was and will be
something other.
Spores and seeds lead to more;
even a vacuum is an
in between,
A womb waiting for a
flash in the curving
firm-amen-t, when
Ousted semen stars fight
to survive the big current of the
silent bang,
And aftershocks
ripple down into
measured matter,
Shaped by time’s space
and the crises we know are
never just nothing.
