Void and Set Pieces

There'd be things all around
Us. But, only here,
A vase from far Mongolia.
A void to fill in, with
An ancient scimitar.

Here's the thing, tho:
Celestial spaces
Too neat for all the dirt
We'd be settling.
For all the faded memories we'd have.

To reckon with.

Of where we were:
There'd be a rainbow in the deep
Sky. Too neat for all the answers
We fancied.
Too brightly lit for crayon.

As
Music, here:
Two slim bodies slamming.
Snippets of life as a form
Unto itself. Unto one. Another.

Rain-washed stone tools. Fish mongers.

Three plus three verses
For all the (wanton) things
We ever wanted to do
So too vainly. Be
Not quite enough for a stool.

Here, in our time.
Here in this country.
The only moment.
Of glory. In such
A thing of beauty.

As here's my question, brother!

Why nature favours all sea similes (and stuff):
Ocean.
Desert.
Air.
The endless void into which pour all desires.



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PS: Take a look: Images of Void

Faber: Haiku

Making up things is
All he was good at. Dreams. Stone
Things. Arrows. Rainbows... 

Rainbow Valley: Haiku

All dem gud tins ant --
In heaven's selfie, yet O.
Lukadem, Lov, luk.

"Behold, the Child is Father to the Man"

An earlier version of the comments I make below appeared only moments ago as Comment Number 7 at this link, which you are invited to visit: 

My own father used to call me, endearingly, daddy (= "Wuora") -- as though I was the very one I was named after. I never flinched at that, I don't think. It's the custom. Many fathers did, but they're a dying breed. I didn't see any paradox there. I don't do that myself, tho. For years I have thought that it was Jesus who (or some 'hid' part of the bible which) famously said something like: "Behold, the Child is Father to the Man." But it seems that Wordsworth, whom I read for the first time decades ago but have come upon too infrequently as Time has flown, was a true original with that enduring line - inspired by a rainbow.

"So that the father is also, in his own right, the child."

Alien Brother We Didn't Ask M/Any Questions: Haiku

A roomful of tears.
Pictures, days, we remember.
Rainbow in the... Time!