Brave Thoughts

What brave thoughts the sky reveals,

the pink scraped sky,

 faded blue bruise

 bandaged red.

In that joy of atoms pulsing,

the colours all aligned,

 faded blue bruise

 bandaged red.

We are fear-filled dreamers,

joyful, tall, and brave,

         long shadows bending

at the knees.

 

Long-legged spider

standing tall above the water,

 reflected blue bruise

 bandaged red.

What brave thoughts might bind us now

where fear and property divide?

What common cause will honour,

what common dreams will hold?

The evening sky is scoured blue,

smoke-shined pink and orange,

 storm-beaten, free-hearted,

 and bold.

A climbing black bear,

in a bare, black tree,

 on a thin branch,

 bending low.

Bends low,

but holds.