ANOTHER WING

I SEE HER THROUGH
THE WINDOW PANE
CAUGHT IN A
WEB OF MASSIVE
SIZE, WONDERING
HOW TO SURVIVE,
ANGLING
STRUGGLING
STUCK BY ONE WING
SHE TRIES
OVER AND OVER
TO RELEASE THE
STICKY HELL
FROM HER LIMB
AS I WATCH
AND WONDER
HOW TO BEGIN,
SHALL I HELP
OR OBSERVE
LET NATURE
TAKE ITS COURSE
OR IS THIS
FATE’S WAY OF
OFFERING ME THE
CHANCE TO SAVE
HER, I CHOOSE
THE SECOND –
AS THE SUNLIGHT
BEAMS ON A
DAY WHICH SHOULD
BE WONDROUS,
PUSHING OPEN
THE ANCIENT GLASS
I WRAP A SOFT
TISSUE AROUND
HER AND PULL AWAY,
KNOWING SHE IS
DREADING THE END,
GENTLY RELEASING
THE COVERING
AS IT FLOATS TO
THE GROUND,
INSIDE SHE IS STILL
BUT ONLY FOR A MOMENT
(THEN WIGGLING
AND CRAWLING AROUND)
I KNOW SHE WILL
BE OUTWARD BOUND,
ONCE THE SHOCK OF
ANOTHER LIFE
FINDS A TAP
FROM MOTHER EARTH,
SHE WILL MAKE
HER WAY AND FLY
MINUS THE
TORN WING
LEFT IN THE TRAP
OF A SPIDER,
HE WILL NOT BE
HAPPY WITH A
FAILED DINNER,
I SMILE AS
I CLOSE THE
WINDOW AGAINST
THE WIND,
WAITING TO SEE
SOME ACTION,
IT MAY TAKE SOME
TIME AND TRACTION,
I WONDER IF SHE
WILL SURVIVE,
GROW ANOTHER WING
AS SOME DO,
OR LIMP ALONG
REGARDLESS
BRAVELY GRABBING A
BREEZE, SHE WILL
BE AT EASE IN
A BEAUTIFUL SUNSET,
AND FIND A POD
WAITING IN THE IVY,
HOME FOR THE
DURATION, THE
FIRST AID STATION
OF THE HEART,
WHILE I KNOW
I HAVE DONE SOMETHING
GOOD TODAY,
A TINY SPARK IN THE
SCHEME OF THINGS,
MAY WE ALL HELP
TO FIND ANOTHER WING
FOR THE CREATURES
WE CHERISH,
SURROUNDING US IN
THE BRILLIANCE OF
A PLANET TORN ASUNDER,
THE WONDER OF LOVE
REMAINS.
©J.W. WINSLOW 10/1/14

Gone Fishing

Pink Art

 

IT STARTED THE
MOMENT WE
ENTERED THE STREET:
THE SMILING AND
WAVING,
THE STRONG STEADY
BEAT,
SOON WE WERE
FILMING AND
DOING THE THING
WHERE I ASK THE
QUESTIONS AND
YOU ARE THE KING,
THE BEST OF THE BLUES
KEPT US GLUED TO
OUR SEATS
WHILE I WOULD
SNEAK OFF TO FILM
A REPEAT: THIS TIME
THE CASUAL MAN IN
THE STREET,
CAREFREE AND FUN
BORN TO RUN
PLAY HIDE AND SEEK
THE LADIES IN STILTS
MADE THE PICTURE COMPLETE,
AND THEN IN A FLASH
WE MADE THE WILD DASH
TO THE NEXT BIG FEST
FIRST CITY/THE BEST
WHERE THE BASS
WAS THUMPING
AND HEARTS WERE PUMPING
EVERYONE DRESSED
TO KILL, LOTS OF
ELECTRONIC MASTER
SKILLS, LOVERS
AND STRANGERS ALL
PACKED IN, DOZENS OF
BANDS TRYING TO WIN
THE HEARTS OF NEW
FANS, IN IMAGINELAND,
WHERE ROCK STARS
ABIDE AND THERE’S
NO PLACE TO HIDE,
THE STANDS WERE
PACKED FOR THE
FINAL ATTACK,
THE PRESENCE OF BECK
PLAYING NECK AND NECK
WITH THE SWAYING DIRT
CROWD, AND EVER SO LOUD
THAT IN THE END HE
BURNED OUR EARS
AND FANS DEPARTED WITH
SAVVY AND TEARS,
SO NOT TO SAY
THAT HE LOVED THE TOWN
OR THE FABULOUS MUSIC
THAT SEEMED TO ABOUND,
OR THE TV SHOW
WHERE HE WATCHED
ME WORK, IN THAT
CALM LITTLE WAY
WHICH DRIVES ME
BERZERK,
BUT WHEN IT WAS
FINISHED,
AND THE LIGHTS
WENT DOWN
WE HEADED HOME
TO THE HIGHER
GROUND,
AND IN THE END
HE DID WHAT
HE WAS WISHING,
HE PACKED UP
HIS BAGS
AND JUST
WENT FISHING!

©J.W. WINSLOW 9/1/14