Sunday, January 29, 2017
Along Highway 314 South of Albuquerque (1)
from
NOTEBOOK: NEW MEXICO
January, 2016
Along Highway 314 South of
Albuquerque (1)
Cat-tails along
the road. Cotton-
woods. Water.
Thursday, January 26, 2017
South of Albuquerque
from
NOTEBOOK: NEW MEXICO
January, 2016
South of Albuquerque
Over the rise
the open skies
a surprise.
Sunday, January 22, 2017
JANUARY 20, 2017
Out
of darkness,
fog,
hiding
the
barren trees,
hanging
like
unhappiness.
For
all we know
all
is lost.
Someday
sun,
another
season,
light
like wisdom.
We
shall go
on
from there.
Thursday, January 19, 2017
Coming into Albuquerque
from
NOTEBOOK: NEW MEXICO
January, 2016
Coming into Albuquerque
The poem here,
above Albuquerque.
Just add words.
Sunday, January 15, 2017
Placitas
from
NOTEBOOK: NEW MEXICO
January, 2016
Placitas
Winter morning.
The sky is hung
with lace and muslin.
In light like this
you must believe
in everything.
Thursday, January 12, 2017
Near Willard
from
NOTEBOOK: NEW MEXICO
January, 2016
Near Willard
Go into the
mountains, trickster
says. Go into
the storm. You will
find wisdom there.
That's a story
I've heard before.
Sunday, January 08, 2017
North of Albuquerque
from
NOTEBOOK: NEW MEXICO
January, 2016
North of Albuquerque
The swirling mountains.
The sun gets lost, again.
Friday, January 06, 2017
AD FOR
Sunday, January 01, 2017
IN THE LAND OF POETRY
IN THE LAND OF POETRY
Natives
in the land
of poetry
do not often
speak. They
listen.
They are
not afraid
of silence
nor of
chaos. They
love sun
and they love
shadow. The
roots of things
interest them,
the bark, the
branches.
In the wind
the mystery
of what
is there and
not there.
All of this
they know; they
touch it with
their fingers.
They live with
emptiness
and echo
and the fading
shades of evening
and even
in the dark
they see a light
which shines.
