Their Ritual
Sparrows prance on slick rock
where water bubbles
down from a fountain.
They primp
and fluff
and puff their dripping chests.
They wet their heads
and rub them clean
with the undersides of wings.
They peck
and chase
and squawk at each other,
their energy focused like a spear
as they jostle to claim the territory
to best perform their renewing ritual.
Tidiness
The beginnings of splendor
are always untidy.
Somewhere a spark
pushes out gentle order,
untidying any tidiness
like a flood advancing.
The first granite chips
of a perfect square
fall on a dusty floor
before a naked soul
peeks through to light.
An infant with silky skin
and delectable laughter
screams irrevocably at night
before becoming the adult
who spreads compassion.
The accomplished tricyclist
becomes the novice on two wheels
who jerks and swerves
a jagged path to grace.
All begin as stewards
of their own unique equation
thriving
through twists and turns
of untidiness
to claim their tidier selves.
Never & Always
Without talk of units
marking beginnings and endings,
minutes, hours, years,
time distils to never and always;
never, a perfect absence,
always, a constant presence,
two opposites
on a plain white canvas.
Lacking density
or weight
or possibility of compression,
we frame moments absent
or present
and maybe back again
depending on tracks
running through the backyard.
All in a Line
Geese know just the line
to cheat the wind as they fly.
Each falls in line
like days of the week
to ease the burden behind.
Strong ones,
weak ones,
all of one mind
while drivers below
crawl along in their cocoons,
all in a line,
and feast on their rage
blind to the birds
as they vent at each other
for going just too damn slow.
Bio:
Marianne Brems is a writer of textbooks and poetry. Finishing Line Press will release her chapbook Sliver of Change in 2020. Her poems have appeared in literary journals including The Pangolin Review, La Scrittrice, The Sunlight Press, and The Tiny Seed Literary Journal. She lives in Northern California. Website: www.mariannebrems.com.
Life well observed. Wonderfully written, Marianne 🙂
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