Roots pushing upwards
over the landscape with abandon
through the windows of this edifice
seemingly at random.
A palace for the discarded
in a sea of bamboo
its passages unguarded
where once royal origins started
In the emptiness
where once you would roam
protected from the common by kapu
now ficus limbs and wisteria call home
until in time it forms an invasive canopy
that obscures all ancestry.
Ceilingless, still you could be a refuge
a stone anchor for this journey
that has moved and shifted its locale endlessly,
alternating between light and darkness
in valleys veiled in mist
dipped in umbrage
downstream it falls
along a disappearing path it calls
by a cascade of light
into shadow passes
far from the world of the masses
the phones, the screens, the ego schemes
disconnected from social classes,
the mindless chatter
in spurious cities of false dreams
planting seeds of deceit
that all can achieve the elite.
Oh to retire beneath the leaves
to become small again
through the doormouth it recedes
like time, drifting away on cloud rafts
above a dense canopy.
from a tenuous position
is sealed underneath the great trees.
Sustenance for the poet
nourishment for the melancholy,
its time has passed
for some it lays there still
blending in to lava rock and crown land
but like a shadow on the mountain
it has disappeared again.