Dali got it right

Last night I happily dreamed,
Our world’s ship turned upside down,
Giant oaks hung suspended in the air,
While birds flew on the ground.

Air was not polluted for breath,
All water pure for drinking too,
The earth’s creatures took photographs,
Of caged humans in their public zoo.

It was a world of imaginations,
Where peace reigned supreme,
Where guns were licorice sticks,
And oil was frothy whipped cream.

Blue skies were always overhead,
Rivers and lakes placidly flowed,
Fish were scaled in sparkling diamonds,
Multicolored butterflies paved each road.

Cows were made for milk and mooing,
Chickens cheerfully clucked a chicken song,
Lions laid beside fluffy white lambs,
No one ever heard the words: “This is wrong!”

There were no gods or seraph,
No torture or misguided religious grief,
No war mongers, government or politicians,
Pontificating their bellicose belief.

Pink peddle-pushers road horseback,
Through fields of limeade green,
Not found were homeless without homes,
Unbranded tennis shoes were only seen.

Dali was captain of this wondrous ship,
Sailing over the sea of cosmic space,
The passengers of his whimsical bark,
Different hues of the same human race.

Dawn pulled me from the dream,
It whispered a new beginning had begun,
Startled I realized in a jolt of epiphany,
All of us, could make this year, the one.

©2014, Donald Harbour

A world in a raindrop

I caught a drop of rain in my hand,
watching a universe course and traverse
the creases in my palm.

The weight of eternity bore down upon me,
a shouldered rucksack of forever
treasured in a speck of water.

How many worlds did I command?
How many lives lived with love, tragedy,
hope, ignorance, did I hold?

A Kabbala of truth written in the moisture,
the simple knowing that I did not know,
mystical, terrifying and incomprehensible.

As quickly as it had arrived it was gone,
absorbed by the existence that held it,
I the dark primal edge of the unknown.

That is when epiphany shook me to my very soul.
We all are worlds unto ourselves, raindrops to be
absorbed by the flowing waters in the Cusp of Creation.

Copyright: 2009, Donald Harbour