Claws gripping the scrubby turf, and through into the soft, living earth -
A cat chases a knowing, gnawing rabbit.
The cat is glad to give chase; The rabbit to be there to be chased.
Above spreads the crown of a tree, with leaves, like the stars,
And smiling too, a knowing, gnawing smile.
Again, ... and again,
dripping from the sky yet above, glad too for the chase.
08/05/94 Copyright (C) 1994 Larry Holze
Beat the Night
Land jagged glare punches to the gut of the night.
Pummel with chattering factory light.
Raise stiff beams from cars, cloaked blind wheels turning,
And distant once-now fires burning.
Unflinching at these, firm night shivers to death,
When shorn by dawn's slumbering baby's breath.
12/18/94 Copyright (C) 1994 Larry Holze
Islands of Devotion
A lone pair of foot prints brave to water's edge.
For a summer, fall, ocean palm winter, and the surrounding springs,
each eve they tread, foretelling, and then becoming,
their maker's stranded baptism:
Two bellows breaths and dive, deeper and falling-love deeper.
Then to feel: rock, sand, rock -
... until finely wrapped secret light grasped.
Now breathing back air, feeling back life, each sunset a single pearl.
Yet not as ever before,
his hand, today empty,
his quest, with dogged purity, fulfilled.
Each moment now melts long solid solitude,
sculpting him fast to a surely hugged sleep,
His dreams take one step before the world,
and rejoin him with his clear, shining heart vigil lover,
her neck now with sunsets by the hundreds adorned.
08/29/94 Copyright (C) 1994 Larry Holze