Tuesday, June 30, 2020
MAKE TIME
THE MONK / ACCEPTS
Monday, June 29, 2020
IF THIS
SIMPLE-MINDED / POET
Simple-minded
poet, they say.
Reciter of
bald fact. Giddy
babbler. He
hears them. They
want him to
do something
he can't, to
speak what they
call great truths.
His madness can't
see large things,
only the small
matters -- dirt
on his hands,
the long lay
of light in
later afternoon,
the sweetness of
the autumn grasses.
Such are what
he knows; such is
what he can say.
Sunday, June 28, 2020
Duck, duck, goose
PREPARING FOR THE FAIR
Long-haired girl
out walking
a pig. Tap-
tap on this
shoulder, tap-
tap on that.
There they go,
rehearsal.
Saturday, June 27, 2020
THE SOURCE
Friday, June 26, 2020
ADDRESS
CRANES
Thursday, June 25, 2020
THE MORE
ANY MORE
Wednesday, June 24, 2020
PALE / AS
HUNGER IS
Tuesday, June 23, 2020
WHAT WE KNOW
EVERY SPRING
Monday, June 22, 2020
WALKING
STORM
Sunday, June 21, 2020
A PROMISE
OVER / THERE
Saturday, June 20, 2020
A BREAKFAST
GREY WATER
Friday, June 19, 2020
SAY IT
WHERE THE WIND IS
Thursday, June 18, 2020
NOVEMBER RAIN
BIRD OR SHADOW
Bird or shadow,
cloud or another
kind of darkness.
Sounds of wind, water.
The singing of
each naked thing
finding its way.
Wednesday, June 17, 2020
CROW
AUTUMN WIND
Tuesday, June 16, 2020
NOT SO FAST
Monday, June 15, 2020
NOT LIKE DAWN
Not like dawn
or dusk, the
suddenness
of it. All
the autumn
leaves falling
today, all
their blessings
lost. How to
tell you more
than that in
wind like this?
DRIED STALKS
Dried stalks wait
the winter
wind. Snow will
grace their
beauty, then
bury them.
None hopes
for more, yet some
remember spring.
Sunday, June 14, 2020
THAT WHICH PASSES
That which passes
is lost until
the stars conspire
to end it. Then
everything
that was will be
in that moment,
compacted, and
darkness will know
how much is gone
and how little
is left to hope.
THE WORLD HOLDS
The world holds
what the world
holds but it
cannot hold
everything
so the trees
let go and
wind takes leaves
and light takes
the darkness.
Joy sends sorrow
down the road.
Saturday, June 13, 2020
THE CHILL MEANS
The chill means
autumn, means
winter is
not far off,
means the world
is what it
is in this
moment, this
all we have.
THE DOVE TAKES
The dove takes
sudden flight
and disappears
into the sun.
There is nothing
it doesn't know
of this moment,
except that
the past has
already come
and tomorrow
is not promised.
To be so blessed.
Friday, June 12, 2020
THIS WALKING HEART-
This walking heart-
beat. Is it enough
to wait, patient,
while the world comes
to its senses? Is
it enough to hope?
OLD POET
For all his love
of holiness
he was not a saint
but a scoundrel
like the rest of them,
a common poet
who put words first
and loved the stars
and didn't think
much of heaven.
Thursday, June 11, 2020
SHADED GREY
Shaded grey,
a dull sun
behind it.
Autumn leaves.
Whatever
stays now wants
to be here.
Even wind
in these trees,
loving them.
LONESOMENESS
Wednesday, June 10, 2020
BIRDS
The big birds
and small ones,
the weed birds
and beauties,
God's creatures
on the wing
to wherever
heaven is.
POET
The wind walks with you,
whichever direction
you want to go,
and brings with it
what you need. Listen.
It tells everything.
Tuesday, June 09, 2020
ENOUGH
Enough, he says,
when wind fills his
breath, when the sky
roars, when the birds
stay low. Wisdom
is turning where
the road goes.
CLOUDS SCRAPE
Clouds scrape
at the sun-
shine. Autumn
wind bites.
The world tilts
and the season
turns with it.
What we know
of darkness is
its promise
of the light.
Monday, June 08, 2020
HE WALKS
IS IT
Sunday, June 07, 2020
YES, LAUGH
Yes, laugh at him,
the old man who
loves the world
too much. Love
is a laughing
matter for him.
Listen: God is
laughing too.
SO THE GREY
Saturday, June 06, 2020
ONLY SO FAR
Only so far, then
the wind turns
cold and turns me
back. Letting go
is a morning chore
I don't do well,
despite the practice.
WALK THE SLOW
Walk the slow
loveliness.
The world will
come with you.
You see, touch,
listen. You wave
to a neighbor.
Even the wind
kisses this
stillness.
Friday, June 05, 2020
LANDSCAPE IN WINTER
THE LAST/FLOWERS
The last
flowers
where frost
has touched
them, the
paleness
of their
autumn
patience,
sweetness
in their
dying.
Thursday, June 04, 2020
ALL MORNING
All morning,
wind against
the house. Winter
birds hidden
in their bushes.
The grey fields,
the grey sky.
Grey sorrow.
Hawk in his
tree, speaking
to death, death
speaking back.
LEAF BLOWER
Wednesday, June 03, 2020
THE SHADOWS
The shadows
at the end
to whom my
father talked,
in the chair,
the corner
by the door.
Those shadows,
the kindness
of death.
SUN LIKE/AUTUMN
Sun like
autumn
leaves on
wet ground.
Someone
walks here
who loves
it now,
at this
last
moment,
someone
who will
endure
another
winter
for one
more day
like this.
Tuesday, June 02, 2020
JUST AN EVENING
Just an evening
in April and a car
passes, same car
as always. The village
stutters when it
comes to change.
Always the same
is what we want,
same car, same wind
in the trees, same
darkness and sorrow.
WHAT CAME
Monday, June 01, 2020
LONE GOOSE
DISIN-
