Homecoming

inescapable cold - 
passive lips
homeless nights
forgive me
not

morning spill - 
the arrival of sunlight
all down my shirt

Wolf Moon 1.23.16

he looks at me
like I look at the moon - 
alone at the window 

Nature of Things

remnants of riverbeds
imparting absence - 
elephants know what to do  

I can't keep writing this way - 
peeling bark from trees
and testing creeks
for thin places

birded requiem - 
the covalent expression
of your name
 

Bury Me

still
in the woods

the prophets and gods
of January's stars

bury me

in temples
too quiet

in sighs
too soft

and in the unanswerable
unbelievable
yet

winter love
notes on single-pane glass -
surely you knew
I'd lose my way a little
each day

deer tracks
on January's back porch - 
the beauty of near

last night I dreamt / wild blueberries / in my hand and yours 

understand

passion wears words
to a point

then blankets
of woolen knowing

enshrine shoulders
and swaddle arms

safely to sleep 

under stars
underneath

understand 

moonlit poverty - 
Venus throws a half-smile
away

pine needles
in the snow -
a place for everything

his honest mountain
forgets all about
whiskey in the jar - 

drink now the climb
and your summit

of the end 

the woods
my cross

to save
or crucify

the way to you
the way to You

2 a.m. stars
over a breathless lake - 

devotion
to the immediacy
of life

bare being - 

nothing
other than this

solves the problem
of whom 

I cannot
not be 

this, now this -
 

wind from the east
in virtuous lashing

thou shall not covet
spring

rain
instead of snow
pattering all night -

this change
I won't neglect

this knowing
I can't forget

now
only to love
for Love's sake

En Route

driving into it –
a sky's eager east

the question now:
do you believe
in my myth?

divinity
is the fall
into love

hearts
in dialogue
for creation's sake

spill and slipping
the impossibility of control -
and that is IT!

Love's refusal
to stop and ask
directions