April Fools

Stubborn man booked,
                        blew some cash.
     Chasing rainbows round the
     planet. Gone 'gainst all
     words and wishes and
     best intentions of my love.

Seeker sought pure patient path,
     a true footing
     thread between sharp
                         blackberry claws
                                           brown
                         glue mud slick.

Fools of April
     swept in from four winds
     ten directions,
     filling hall full song,
                         supplications on nine hundred lips.

Teacher taught, uncloaked a
     brilliant milk of light
     scattered richly heaped
     galaxies, as so many
                         grains of saffron rice,
                         tumbling petals of the sacred flower.

Now all disbanded,
     flown again to
     fifty homelands of their mother tongues.
     Puzzling how to square
                         the Guru's ask
     against so many
                         sticky fingered
                         circumstances
                         slowly crushing their
                         wind pipe of intent.

So too, I now idly pluck loose
     lashes from my eye.
     As we rocket over Black Aleutia,
                          bound for heavy home.