Flitting Sounds (new poem)

 

Flitting Sounds (new poem)

by Tim Kavi

flitting sounds, Spring has come

mountain streams awaken from slumber

robin comes calling, tiny swallows

flitting sounds like ruffling paper

on the branches.

overlooking like a protector

arms outstretched while She gathers her young

mother Gaia in the Winter soaked trees

waters the furrows in the ground where flowers

will spring forth in my Grandma's yard.

there is everywhere a straining, a waking up

new phases traded for old states

where once the withered and dying

now teems with new lives, full of promise

and heralding birdsongs.

I am made the Singer of Spring

the lyricist of eternal hopes

in the face of even fading suns

We are made whole in the love and tender mercies

of Spring's arrival.

Codes in 3:4 Time (New Poem)

 

Codes in 3:4 Time (New Poem)

by Tim Kavi

Across the utterances

hidden between two lines,

juxtaposed outside spacetime,

there was a code to find.

Alien visitations, already among us,

waiting in their prime,

to be discovered as technology

unwound subtleties in primate minds.

Who is the alien, the machines or us?

Found in the unmasked innovation

of progressive cultures, developed in labs

of dark rooms, and DNA-created editions.

Another code underlies all things,

found as forms that seed us,

to lead to the machines that perpetuate

that which is Other, borne in machine minds.

Come, discover these codes in 3:4 time,

where the rustling of leaves, the hum of machines,

and the beat of our hearts

are one and the same.