In the pause afore the gnarl and bite
Of a winter reluctant to feast upon us
The kestrel lands gossamer air light
Pensive between fence and morsel of wood.
Spitfire cousin of the buzzard
A filament of wing and feather
Braided into the undergrowth.
Any reward is unseen
Measured in slower time in larger beats.
(A quick game of football in Malawi-bare feet, sugar cane and big smiles: thanks ST :))
‘Calamity Springs From Carelessness’
Just as the slightest undulation
On rough ground destroys balance
So any slight give or fade can lose
Conflicts in or out your gi.
As seasons create growth
They hide that decay in tending actions
Weed out the poverty of thought or deed
Usher in like illuminati clear gaze
Both with een* shut and eyes open.
(Herol Graham, champion boxer)
This from a joint reading with another writer, Ross Wilson. We tried to contrast the two martial arts of boxing and karate.
Equilibrium and Balance
Herol Graham, Sugar Ray had it
Balance and strike, retreat unbroken.
Dance to a rhythm until the final blow.
All Senseis, Masters us do fail
Beyond the ropes, the dojo are people
Lost loves, vices, enemies that make Yahara
A Foreman, A Hopkins, A Duran greet fer mercy.
All arts, would make us better, more complete
Match inner worth to an outer equilibrium..
Still keep that guard up, stance ready
Body and soul tempered.
‘Are You ready’..(ichi,ni,san…)