Hiatus
(Poetic Series: Cannabis and Creative Cognition)
(Strain: Girl Scout Cookies)
I’m just stepping away
from fake news, and hate;
from the greedy machinations
of the populist far right.
The sun on the jackpines
dapples the grass,
while the Torii proclaims
Harmony and Tranquillity
to the maple tree.
The gentle southwest breeze
poses a koan to dandelions
in the verdant abundance
brought by a wet spring:
“is your colour in honour of the sun?”
The flowers respond,
“What is the colour of honour?”
The multitudinous sounds
of the layers of suburban activities,
vie with patches of cleansing silence,
until the mating cries of a male pheasant
defines a cosmic cycle:
a paean to continuance and change.
The harbour beckons
with sparkling insouciance:
a sun-path to the waiting sea.
Marshmallow clouds spread animal shapes
across an azure sky.
I’m just stepping away
from religion, and war,
to rest here in the sun,
and muster strength to go on.
