this, now this -
wind from the east
in virtuous lashing
thou shall not covet
spring
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
Dawn's Temple
/
in the right light
eyes blind with reverence
I gather us all in
to that borderless country
of kneeling mountains
and raptured streams
to retired hope
and overflowing treasuries
of peace
our purest offerings
null and void
at last
Bird Words
/so it is
I've spoken to myself
the whole time
and I answered
with great passion
the One who made Us
as a lover
too close to touch
I misunderstood . . .
now I speak as a bird
perfectly untranslatable
to those with ears for wings
Good Girl
/under the lightest rain
and acorns falling
my coffee cools
faster than the sip
and the house exhales
stillness as I speak
in coos upon
the dog
good girl
you're such a good girl
Out of Time
/I hold to time
out of time
our matrix rendered
incoherent
the high, wispy trills
of stolen speech
breaking it down
breaking me down
Our Way
/
my favorite place
the shared path -
no hero ahead
no injured behind
merely maples
and the harbored way
ever here
evermore
Haven
/
no more waiting
in the land of lighthouses -
I'd rather rest
in the cool caves
of now
August's Snare
/
dying flowers
summer kneels before
Perseus' shower
my chest
rises and falls
against the cold
shirt buttons
Berth
/
following
Lake Michigan's seam
language echoes fall short
what is arbitrary
recedes in cycles
yet always returns
Still
/
remembering
how to fold
cranes
is not the same
as watching
herons
tip
toe
at
dawn
Tending Home
/
the daisies bloomed
while I was away -
even untended
they are
who they are
Going
/
what we never owned
now in shadows
and wind
hello -
a fated bend
towards a thinner now
Multifaceted Response
/
my plant drinks sun
running its arms
along the windowsill
and the old wooden dresser
with its partitioned drawers
holds the vestments of tomorrow
coffee stains
on my notebook
tell stories of the Tasman sea
yet my body folded in bed
still responds to the solicitation
of other
do not these things
respond to me as I
respond to them?
our worlds mesh
and still a reserved aspect
pirouettes in an impoverished duet
the filling banquet of presence
never leaves me
unaware
plant, dresser, notebook
dog, sunshine, cheese -
all only one facet of enough
Soft Sea
/
despite my infirmity
the palm fronds twitch
as always
joggers push on
along sloping sands
drinking the surf into soul
from my bed I count dewdrops
suspending light in bulbs
along the railing
and watch sea scrolls
pile up and disappear
unrehearsed and unconcerned
why won't the world
reciprocate the aching skin
and feverish sleep?
missing is the descended mist
blocking rainbows
and mountain views
unformed are the hungry storm clouds
eating their way towards picnics
and parrots
yet I languish alone
on summer's holiday
wanting to leave
even
when the sea
is so soft
Measured
/each morning
the cardinal and coffee -
gratitude measures the unmistaken
Savior Cues
/
when victories
are just delays and I eat
one soul after another -
Love insinuates yet
Threshing
/
all of a sudden
the indelicate request
rises
the movable sea
bending towards mountain footing -
a diffusing plea
let us begin to sew
the silver-threaded knowledge
of being all
exceeding
even the chaff
of this