Timeless Meal
/
a cardinal
and sourdough crumbs -
we've crossed paths before
Walk in the Woods
/
the dog and I
walking through webs
of dew
the dog and I
forget our way
discussing the trillium debut
the dog and I
carry burrs fulfilling
the intended plan
the dog and I
managing our peace
before it all began
Northern Harbor
/
the uniform of night
fitting just so -
not everyone calls
a lighthouse
safe
Redial
/
is any
beyond recall?
you close
the circle
in a choice-less
ending
which never
began
Fluttering
/
at my deepest source
accepting that I am living -
a butterfly lands
and leaves
for safety
Two Faced
/
facing
windy fields
of red-winged blackbirds -
how a birdsong creaks
in sleepy doorways
Dew
/
how dew arrives
to bend the grass -
such attention requires nothing
yet upon arrival
a ransom note
Tea?
/sitting
in the fullness
of now -
of course I want you
for tea
Vanishing
/
the receding snow
a temporary coastline
of hopeful presence -
even this
is not exactly
now
Love Only
/
soft dawn
deep and unmanageable -
no longer the right way
or the wrong
only this
love
Half and Half
/
he leaves for school
under a half-moon -
a boy walking towards man
a mother sitting
still
Turning Blue
/
brilliant blue tumble
life at play -
yet a captive's sorrow
remembers me
too long
Now and Then
/
remembering dreams
on grass pillows -
an introduction to whom
we could have been
back then
November Blush
/
red in dogwood -
how softly I have been
mastered
Black Moth
/
trapped
between night's shelter
and day's ruin
the black moth
tires against the screen
Logistics
/
to waste water
is to starve hope
and that is why
we hungrily sleep
apart my love
In and Beyond
/In summer there are clever places that hold storms and sun-streaks entangled forces nourishing paradox of the thirstiest kind
In summer the rain can fall hot onto pavement and the carrots taste a little like dirt making everything organically better
In summer my fingers carry essence of Romas and plates of basil to picnics of poison ivy near the lake's unending beck and call
In summer campfires conjure whiskey truth or dares foreshadowing forest favors of autumn's gateway to the pinnacle preceding unwanted paths
In summer I try to forget how you are beyond the hands of man slipping in and out as ancient lovers do for the sake of ending
A Week of Elegies
/
birds fall from the sky
and the children brunch on mortar -
how scrawny words become
we leave the dead behind
and it's the same as staying -
our sanctuary withheld in the horrific
ancient undoings
find modern expression
and so man remains a beast
forever less-than
while we sit
eating scrambled eggs
and watching Fox News
choosing sides
from gleaming glass houses