Emerging from self
calm primal calls
tenderly persuade toward
a higher shelf
our moon passes over
calls out ebb tide
shell creatures spy
and curious spirits arise
... till our bodies collide.

I wish t'were prophecy
but it is only record
... the present passed moment
when with me were you
and now you are not.

Moment no quatrain, limerick,
nor couplet or strain
...can explain
only the bridge of hope
memory built of memory's refrain.

To collaborate and be absorbed
in projects divine,
and motion of planets
with their moons sublime
... up shored
Spirit mine inks tiny words
... no guile entwines.


Patrick Darnell (Jan 2001)