Do Not Ask Too Much Poem by Alexandre Nodopaka

What can I give you
that another cannot
and if I am able to give it
shall it be what you want.

Is it like you asking
who I am and me
telling you my name
then wondering whether

I am my name and were
I to give you the skies with it
would you ask why
not also the clouds

and the cry of the loon
and the moon in the bucket
to stain my sight and
the silence of the night.

~~~
Alex Nodopaka Nov©2009
AD Something

The flavor of a morning fig

My flesh tastes of the dew
and morning sun.
My ear delights in the cackle
of the mallard ducks.

I hear the anguished call
of the green heron
disturbed by my appearance.
But it is the sinuous curve.

of the 100-foot palm trunk
with at its top
a swaying bush of fronds
that turns me on.