An ode to meditation.
Rick Drost – Mar- May 2013
Time now, Time Beckoning, Time out of Memory
Glimpses of dreams not yet dared
Reborn Romance, second chances past reckoning
The Future: now Now, is repaired.
Here at the high mark where all waters rise
Before they start falling away
Widen the moment in front of your eyes
You can Dance through all time in a day.
Lamb in the oven; Cinnamon, ginger
Songs from your Grandmother’s heart
EasterTime Family Gathers for Dinner
Take your place ‘til they’re ready to start.
Early This Morning, out under the apple tree
Fall’s drops a-dapple with sun
Cidery air up to Blossoms, Cerulean,,,,
Grandfather’s blessing’s begun.
At a Still Point
And you yearn to stay
But the World Turns
And it Slips Away
Gone now the apple tree
Long gone the family
Raised in the home that they built in its place.
You ride to the tune of a loopy calliope
Reaching for brass rings they no longer make.
But you’re finding apple trees everywhere now
The forest in new-fallen snow,
Gull above beach cliff, Towers in Tuscany
Cradle them, then let them go.
In the Windlessness On the Canyon Floor
Breathe the sky down in
And again before
Each Dip of the Paddle,
Each flick of the Pen,
As God writes your name in His Hand.