Our Kingdom

Trace the paths
with your fingertips
see where they disappear
into nothing, hedges
and secret places.


See where our world
begins and ends
stays within the hedgerows
that border this kingdom,
a land of make-believe.


See where the grass
dips, where the banks
roll away and the daffodils
bloom, where we lie
under the blossom tree.


See where we grow
like flowers blooming
in the wild, secret, protected
and rooted in the soil,
the fabric of this place.


The World Keeps Spinning

The world continues to shrink 

another link to the past, to childhood, breaks

and disappears, and the world narrows

once again. More people hurting 

another family broken, and still

the world keeps on spinning like it did before.