Thursday, February 28, 2019
ANOTHER NIGHT
Another night,
its howling
darkness, the
winter stars
retreating.
I don't know
what I want,
what I am
looking for.
The cold and
distance work
against me
all the way
towards morning.
Wednesday, February 27, 2019
THIS
THIS
oak, all
oaks. This
moment,
every
sunrise,
sunset.
Silence
and sound
returned
as waves.
Darkness
as full-
ness, as
promise.
Light the
green burn.
Was is
is and
is is
now, is
what will
have been.
This oak.
Tuesday, February 26, 2019
EVENING FAILS
Evening fails,
as it does. Then
clouds come in,
the storm. The change
means something,
we don't know what.
An old poet
says what old poets
say, and sings, and
all night the left-
handed rain sings
too, out of tune.
Monday, February 25, 2019
THE SILENCE
Sunday, February 24, 2019
WISDOM
Saturday, February 23, 2019
MORNING
Friday, February 22, 2019
THE POEM
Thursday, February 21, 2019
AGAIN
The grey face
of morning.
What you want
is what you
want. Your un-
happiness
is the reach
of its distance.
Wednesday, February 20, 2019
DO
not give
the moon
more than
the moon
gives back,
light that
is part
shadow,
shadow
that is
part hope.
the moon
more than
the moon
gives back,
light that
is part
shadow,
shadow
that is
part hope.
Tuesday, February 19, 2019
GRATITUDE
Monday, February 18, 2019
WE MARK STONE
Sunday, February 17, 2019
WAITING FOR SPRING
The long light
lingers
longer now.
We will fall
forward
into a green
eternity
soon enough,
into the hum
of bees and
flowers. All
we need is
patience. The
wind is settling.
Tuesday, February 12, 2019
WINTER
Monday, February 11, 2019
IS THERE AN EMPTINESS
Is there an emptiness
so great one can be healed
entering? Could you know
that was so when you have
no measure to compare?
Who would choose to carry
loneliness into his
own desert? Who has been
lost enough he can find
his way, who waits until
darkness brings what he's lost?
The one who loves in pain
is not the one to walk
into an unknown void,
not without his teacher.
Does he even know that
he needs a teacher? And,
if he does, can he wait
until the teacher finds him?
It is so hot out here.
Sunday, February 10, 2019
LATE LIGHT SKY
Late-light sky,
winter fields,
some wind in
the cedars.
What moves shines
with desire,
like the eyes
of small birds
waiting to
feed, waiting
to find hope
before night.
Saturday, February 09, 2019
SOMETIMES
Sometimes
those who would speak
go on too long.
Sometimes
those who would be silent
go on too long.
Sometimes
our poems fail us
when we need them
most.
Friday, February 08, 2019
IN THE DESERT
The sun does not
sing the wind's song.
The wind does not
sing the stone's.
The stone does not
sing the hawk's song.
The hawk does not
sing the mouse's.
The mouse, of course,
sings death's song.
The shadow of the hawk
sings it too.
Thursday, February 07, 2019
THE HAWK
Wednesday, February 06, 2019
CICADA POETRY
I have
cicadas
in my
ears and
they sing
all night.
This is
the only
way you
can hear
cicada
poetry:
listen
to them
in your
own ears.
You can
hear it
if you
choose, but
you must
want to.
Tuesday, February 05, 2019
CALLING THE WOLF
The word
is not
the thing
but can
summon
the thing.
Say wolf.
The wolf
appears.
You can
see it
as the
wolf sees
you, if
you are
holy.
Say wolf
and see.
Monday, February 04, 2019
NEW YEAR'S MORNING
That which hangs
and that which stands,
that which opens
and takes,
that which shudders.
Morning light.
We wonder why
the year turns.
Then another
day begins.
Sunday, February 03, 2019
NEW YEAR'S EVE RESOLUTION
A hard storm
at year's end
laid snow on
the shame of
who we are,
left a new
surface for
us here on
out. Let us
make tracks towards
tomorrow's
sun, into
a better
day where past
shadows stay
behind us
and we can
be better
than we've been.
Saturday, February 02, 2019
A BLEAK WIND
A bleak wind,
frailing sky,
the cold as
cold as hurt.
Go on, says
morning, go
on, if you
have the heart.
Friday, February 01, 2019
WE DREAM BACKWARDS
Yes, we dream
backwards, through
all our families,
backwards through
those who were
prey and who
were predator,
through the mud
of the transition,
to remember
who we were
when we lived
in water.
