Ode (1989)

how often, how too often
do we come out
play a game
moth and flame

how seldom, how too seldom
do we come out
moths to flames

how often, how too often
do we stay within
cocooned
hiding colours

how often, how too often
do we come out
suggesting colours
but grey moths
hairy monsters
singed wings

some say
we should all fly out
circle danger-flames
intense life
exciting life
no time to breathe
carousel of little time

but I
but you
earthbound
by chosen destiny?

here
here in our confinement
we now admire
peaceful beauty
the two children
images of gods

woman
warm firmament
your love a silent blanket
profound peace
we live within you

you are our home