The Garden
By John Kaniecki
I am, he is, she was, we will be
The brutal sun shines, and has shined, and will shine some
more,
Jah twirling a diamond
diadem of creation
as if on top an oak staff spinning in hand
Sprinkling hues of light
Lavender, purple, rose, pink
A recreation of darkest carbon
Somber winds soar over the sea
Kissing his lover
Making waves of emotion
with white caps of ecstasy
sunlight penetrates
warmth birthing clouds
White laughter, darker shades of doom
Blown over vast expanses of perishing Mother Earth
Children, crying, yearning
Trees rustling leaves dancing poetically
Tall grass moaning, yellowish brown, swaying
Cows skeletal stomachs seeking sustenance
To fill hollow empty caverns
Creeks now depressed passages,
foul smelling mud
cracked or at best damp, a frowning face
Agonized depression in unified appeals
To heaven
Help us
Jah
Crackling thunder, boom, boom, barroom!!
Announcing what is to come
Scattering flocks fly, fluttering confused wings
Scurrying creatures search for shelter
Wilderness senses satisfying salvation
A solitary drop splattering
Suddenly a sensation of satisfaction
More and more the rain does poor
Lightning slashes slaying a tree
For the long prolonged climax
Hard, dry ground rejecting its deepest desire
Water denied gathers as
the onslaught unmercifully falls
Parched land produces puddles
Currents come into existence
The creek normally gentle and swaying
Transformed to a river rapidly roaring
Increasing intensity dissecting the banks caving in
Cutting and taking
branches, twigs, leaves, logs
All whisk down toward the sea
A rock rambles and rolls on the bottom
emancipated from its grave
Aftermath
A refreshed reality
The Storm of the Latter Rain, a Storm of Eternity
Civilization in cataclysmic ruin
Armageddon
In renewed compassion we weep
for the multitudes
dead
The digital age has died
Technology terminated
Nobody cried nor cared
We were lost
We will not be lost in worry
A single cricket sings as a hushed creation listens
Thirsty, Jah stoops to drink from the creek
Water refreshing crystal clear
Lapping slippery liquid satisfying his thirst
A sparkle catches his eye
Intrigued he dives into
A baptism, he shivers resisting bitter cold
Clutching out towards the stone
Reborn he gazes upon the diamond in wonder
A token for his Love
We have forever returned to the garden
This time with wisdom
Enter the poetic world of John Kaniecki
