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Of my family name. One day, 150 years ago. In a Castle Garden where Jenny
Good to mark it each year on the world’s calendar. But I celebrate it every day.
It arrives on a warm white cloud. It arrives on soft rolls of ocean waves along a sand pebbled shore. It arrives on a bed
When the Moon moves between our Sun, Earth and up-raised eyes, through the long-held breath of our wisdom-keepers,
Once cloud-high mountains, shaped and worn from hundreds of millions of rainfalls, windfalls, frosts. Rounded now
Each time you breathe in the Earth’s air, the life-giving air, you breathe out a cocktail of
How deeply are you living, friend? How sense-deep. How heart, and
Sunny jaunts, now-and-again treats, with cousins, siblings; and parents along but somehow invisible.
Be still now with the Earth. Still with the Sun, the Land, Sea
Red lights flaring like Roman candles at empty intersections. Headlights wanding like blind men’s sticks
After all the rain monsooning through the day, cascading through the leaves of the still—green— with-Summer trees.
Back in time, a romantic era of English Time, they used to send a son or daughter off
Those many, sung and unsung, who gave themselves, often gave up their lives, to fight, in wars,
It’s an early Spring morning of bellsong and birdsong, sunsong
Blonde head under baobab. Sun under shade. You sit on an African day,