Sunday, June 30, 2019
I WANT AT LAST TO BE HONORED
I want at last to be honored,
not for me, but for the work
I've done, for the moments I have
recorded, for the light I have
praised, the trees I have sung of,
the birds, oh, yes, the birds. That these
least small things shall not be lost,
I want at last to be honored.
Wednesday, June 26, 2019
LIGHT
Tuesday, June 25, 2019
OH, YES, THE STARS
Oh, yes, the stars
lie to us
every night
about which of them
might still be
burning and which
are clinkered
hulks, about what
distance really is
and what darkness
isn't (think loss
times intensity
over the speed
of light), about
what will fill the
emptiness and
what the emptiness
fills. We want to
believe them, those stars,
and it is so
difficult to
turn away.
Monday, June 24, 2019
SOMETIMES
Sometimes what is
done is not done.
In that moment,
let go. Let the
mountain come to
you. Have patience.
Let it bring the
weight which breaks us.
Let it break you.
Sunday, June 23, 2019
THIS PLACE, THAT
Saturday, June 22, 2019
THE FISH
Friday, June 21, 2019
WISDOM IS
Thursday, June 20, 2019
THE OPEN STONE
A sere
lonesomeness.
The wind.
The smell
of dry grass.
The taste
of dust on
the tongue.
All you know
recedes. There's
nothing
left here but
a stone
like a loaf
of bread,
like a vow
you will keep.
Tuesday, June 18, 2019
CORRECTING ROBERT BLY
Monday, June 10, 2019
ALL THE STONES
Sunday, June 09, 2019
AN EVENING
Blood where
blood should be,
the firmness
of the night
pushed against.
Yet we can't
keep it, this
moment of
longing, for
what sings
sings now
to darkness.
Saturday, June 08, 2019
THE TURNING
Friday, June 07, 2019
CROW EATS
Thursday, June 06, 2019
THE CHOICE
Wednesday, June 05, 2019
LIKE THE LOON
Tuesday, June 04, 2019
THE THING
Monday, June 03, 2019
NOW
Sunday, June 02, 2019
RAIN BRINGS
Saturday, June 01, 2019
FIRE ABOVE
