gazette No. 70, Feb. 2010

Doesn’t Know Why
He walks the walk,
But doesn’t know it,
Breeze bathes eyes,
He doesn’t know
what seeing means,
Sweet air hones his scent,
Doesn’t know why,
Feels the rain,
Doesn’t know how
cold is wet,
Basks in sun’s warmth,
Glow means nothing,
Just there,A
As with food and need,
But what is need
and nourishment?
All in an instant,
Like every breath,
What is breath?
We know,
He lives and dies,
And doesn’t know why.
© Michael Garrad January 2010
Requiem
Go gentle into the good ground,
Not a whisper, not a sound,
Hush!
As waters rush
above,
And angel dove sighs
in distant azure skies,
Leaves in shaft shadow
tease
this cool and sweet air -
And there
the safe place,
And the still face
in the dark,
Peace upon the green park,
Quiet now, on a long day,
Not a word to say;
Go gentle into the good ground,
Not a whisper, not a sound,
as angel dove sighs
high in distant azure skies,
Grief, as our tears fall,
And dance on beloved trees, tall;
Please hear us in the quiet
as frail emotions rage in riot.
© Michael Garrad December 2009