Open portals receive no winds to fear
Roaring laughter dies down to
Move by The Word to the peace you hear
Ignorant hands stretch to meet -reach
Funnel creepers creep after morning-glory
To heights treed aloft in tighter twists
To grip the trellis -reach
Outbound native shrubs released to extend
Vine to find free poles to brooch
Excitement soon begins to swell to layer
Translucent onion bulbs of black stars
Lit by dawn as morning begins the midday
Siesta -transfiguration shuts the portals
To the evening wind’s increase
To blindly bear -to reach
Laughing winds drift as sirens to entice the
Homeward bound –pilot wings bore to soar
Relaxed flaps press on resistant surface ascents
To sail descent through gravity inclined to floor
Know where home nested at the end
Extends to belong beyond but -reach
So also man binds man to prepare
For the brooding interposition
For greed his flower stinks to heaven
Though the fragrant hearts were there
Hands stretch to meet –reach
The funnel creeper creeps.

Lee Mack copyright 2009. ISBN # 0615318347. Do not reproduce without permission.