Tuesday, March 25, 2008

Easter Morning Alignment

Low ahead a beacon round
moon above the road
and dangled counterpoint behind
a bright planet keystones a pale arch,
trundles arriving light.
Centre piece above, the fading star-point
Southern Cross flanks two pointers
which bright-note the risen Christ.

I step back toward house and steaming mug
and my heart already plots
unworthy schemes of self interest.
So rich a fool.
A kookaburra scatters
sudden laughter from a near limb.

Thursday, March 13, 2008

Terminal Pharmacy

‘The leaves of the tree were for the healing of the nations.’ Revelation 22:2

When we lived at the end of the bus line,
the ‘Terminal Pharmacy’ sign
was visible just over the road
among other shabby little shops,
where one window I recall
had forlorn piles of stiff black shoes.
Foot wear for undertakers.

On a departing bus
I opened the book that begins
“In the beginning...”
and then, week by week, to the
“Surely I am coming soon.” last page,
the story’s terminus
where a bright pharmacy
shines welcome day and night
and my hand closes on a little chit
written in physician’s script
for glad embrace
when the bus pulls in at last.