“Lagoon”

it doesn’t resist your steps,
forcing heavy legs to limp
through thick thigh-high
silt and water, parting fronds
falling down to drape across
your shoulders, catching foreheads
with the odd pin-pricking thorn.

the trees drinking so deeply
pack themselves around you,
almost marvelling themselves
to waking at this strangeness
trampling through the roots
eyeing the orchids perching
in fragile perfection on logs.

“Dissipated Knowledge”

dissipating insecure inconsistencies
darkening and lighting
hanging
perching at streetcorners
begging for understanding, cursing
ignorance divinely ordained, unwillful
misunderstandings demanded by all atoms
all thoughts, all men and all women,
all things fail to understanding
everything; everything falls in finding
knowledge, all short of thought and
feeling pure and free, forgotten.