as this wet August
ends in glorious hot days
a mild night brings round
friends to guard a fire
and surreal stories circle
high into midnight
under ripening apples
and sweet stars glowing
in the deep violet dome
calm nature absorbs
the quirky suppositions
of weird human minds
talking birth, death, consciousness
possible futures
superficial differences
global politics
recent IT advances
plant-drugs and cyborgs …
are we indifferent
to overwhelming data
can we make choices
on how limited knowledge
is being applied
do we have sacred values?
once ice-cream arrives
a silence charms the garden
tongues put thoughts on halt
body and soul nudge closer
senses celebrate
taste – sight – smell – touch – sound – this night
everything matters
for now – though must fade in parts
the very next day
when our best ideals give way
to daily routines
and we survive best we can
hard questions endure
take shape-shifting neutrinos
… so much goes missing
yet for all our dares it is fine
to have mystery
define this amazing life
Course of Mirrors 