Salvation
Crying clouds see Earth as salvation,
Or damnation,
Tears beat dust till torrent cascades
as angry, red river,
Like blood
haemorrhages on pale skin,
Tortuous, as with vein stretched tight,
Bursts on the dry,
Echoes down the long valley,
Where eyes peer, helpless,
And the great rain deluges,
Some dance in welcome,
Some dance and die,
Not every drop is wasted then,
Saved, this barren day,
Polluted like poison
on ringlets of hair,
As smile in reflection,
Scorned out of lust to feed,
There is the joy that is so much pain.
© Michael Garrad August 2010
Tree
A tree beyond,
And beyond the tree, nothing,
Branches stare,
The living moment,
The tree that defines existence,
Beginning and end,
Birth and death,
The marker of memory,
When eyes turn
there is no tree,
Only this other tree
that is the whole of life,
This second is the tree,
Then it never has been,
Tilt of head changes
angles on eternity,
The tree is now and tomorrow,
Where we stood when
other trees had never grown.
© Michael Garrad August 2010
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