Poetry is life, and life, I think, is about love....                            'Keyhole' Nebula
 

                                                
                                                 'margins' 




passing through the perceptions of sometimes reflectionless places
my unseeing chromosomes cry out for a circumference
different than what i have seen in past lives
that same and same again
repeating dark flooding torrent
of colorless tomorrows

in this new enchanted place that i would dream
i would have my sun be that special green
tarnished like a flat bronze disk
after years of close acquaintance with the sea
and my hands would show their weathered appreciation
of the enterprise of keeping sails properly tended
in the teeth of crackling winter gales

each day i would wake long before the venerable dawn
feeling the earth and sky in my fingertips
and walk strong and swift watching for meteors and other new stars
and always
each second
from anywhere in the known universe
i would feel the pull of the laughing tide of your eyes

it is strange how the dream and the conjuring differ
how quietly in the flickering margin of my life
with all the uncompromising silent seduction of flowers
a gathering happiness is slowly invading the day-to-day blur
an invisible enigmatic relief of simplicity
is lifting the gritty weight of the endless churning
and with a beautiful infinite slowness
is transforming the most deadened weary commonplace
into accidental crystalline treasures
before my joyous tear-filled eyes

Richard Harrison   23 November 1998   
 
 

 Aloha dear Reader:!
 

Please drink of this well, 
and treat it as it were your own,
come back as often as you love,
listen to your highest self,
embrace yourself daily,
and as I get older
I find that it is important to hug both dolphins 
and other enlightened beings
and so I advise you to place yourself in love's way
and only take love for an answer 
as often as possible.
 

Richard Harrison   Kealakekua Bay, Hawaii   1998