Duane Botzek Poems

Eyewitness of nature’s loom
When lilacs with long
Locks of blooms
Illumine my kitchen counter
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At a gut level
We want to see how good we are
How fast we are
We want to compete
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When the world
Ices over you
And stifles your voice
The walls of servitude is so thick
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Speak in the fullness of your heart
And the silent listens to you
Speak in the depth of your heart
And your words ring true
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I watch the night's endless sky
Taste beauty in each sunrise
There's is so much to grasp
And just like those northern lights
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Forgive is of black dirty
Letting it go
Dropping what we carry
Letting it decay
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I have seen millions flock
Moved with an internal time clock
Canadian fields white and dark poke-a-dots
Geese meet and glean in exact annual spots
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All of “Just This”

Memorize this…
Resonating sound
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Each life needs
It’s own quiet place
Each life needs
To savor joy’s taste
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Instill all
In the break of day
Enlightenment
With as few words
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