CONNECTION IN A DUTCH JUNGLE
A wild bouquet
The exotic and the plain
Loosely grouped
Watered and refreshed
In a huge glass jar
Catching the light
Timeless words cascade
Leather-bound
On shelves as we dine
Join the stream of conversation
Human and divine
Over flatbread and wine
Unassuming church bells
Skip tones on the water
Melt in the air
As bridges rise
Releasing boats to the sea
We sit, tasting time together
How we have missed all of this
In our Sunday glass house
Stones are not thrown
Cloudy panes are transparent
The wilderness looks in
As we see out
Dialogue flows back and forth
Through permeable walls
A chandelier mirrors our faces
Algae and dirt
Silver paths traced to the sky
A yellow-toothed piano
Sits retired in the corner
Slugs doze on the floor
Rainfall rhythms our song
The flowers and branches
We bring to the table
Leave shadow and light on blue cloth
The natural beauty
Of dust and of glory
Within one another
Laid bare
How we have missed all of this