Friday, February 27, 2009
Place one stone
on the pile
every day –one today,
another one
tomorrow.This is how
you live forever.
Thursday, February 26, 2009
Watching the world,
I try to figure
the story unfolding;watching myself,
I do the same.
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
The poet,
like a mancollecting
stones.The weight
soon enoughbrings us to
standing still.
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
Monday, February 23, 2009
Even here, even now,
when I speak, sometimesI have nothing
to say and sometimesnothing is enough.
Friday, February 20, 2009
This morning –
not the words.Not the sound of them,
nor what they bring.Rather, silence.
The sound of thatand what it
leaves us with.
Thursday, February 19, 2009
Stone to sand –
the sleepingwisdom of
water. Anafternoon
of love,the surprise
of it, asthe stones had
been surprised.
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
Monday, February 16, 2009
Rivers run
and in the flat
places wander.Water is
joy in summer,
a deliciouswash of it.
Delicate,
the embrace –my hands,
her breasts,
the sun on us.
Friday, February 13, 2009
Thursday, February 12, 2009
Wednesday, February 11, 2009
Blue stone cold shadow –
sun's a far-off memory;February, the promise
that's never kept.
Tuesday, February 10, 2009
Monday, February 09, 2009
Friday, February 06, 2009
Darkness
is its ownstory – no
moon tonight,no whispering,
and the starshave scattered.