Wednesday, September 30, 2020
RESURRECTION
SLOW GREAT
Tuesday, September 29, 2020
DEATH IS
FLASH / OF AUTUMN
Monday, September 28, 2020
A WEED IS
WHAT FILLS THE SPACE
What fills the space
the light held
when the star burns
out and the last
of the brightness
reaches us?
That emptiness
then will be
eternal,
yes, as will
the silence when
love's last words
are finished.
Sunday, September 27, 2020
DO NOT FEAR
BIRDS LIKE
Saturday, September 26, 2020
OUR TWIN
OF DEATH
Animals
do not think
of death.
Oh, they know
loss, yet
they also know
everything
transforms.
The caterpillar
becomes
the butterfly.
The fallen
tree becomes
the earth.
All the rain
becomes
the ocean.
They have no
need to think
death is
more than this.
Friday, September 25, 2020
SO MUCH
So much
nothing, a
concentrated
wish of
silence, an
experienced
emptiness, a
door closed
and secured.
CONSONANTS & VOWELS
Consonants
are important
but you must
love the vowels,
especially
the awful
wide ones which
signal the end
of the poem
like a clasp
slowly closed,
then snapped.
Thursday, September 24, 2020
CANNOT BELIEVE
SUN THROUGH
Wednesday, September 23, 2020
THE LIGHT
BLACK NIGHT
Tuesday, September 22, 2020
SOUTH WOODS
USE / ALL
Monday, September 21, 2020
ALL THE
JANUARY 31, 2019
A stillness in the trees,
sun standing where it is,
a hard shrill silence in
the bitter cold, the whole
world waiting the crack that
marks the end of things.
Sunday, September 20, 2020
WIND
THE UNIVERSE IS
The universe is
a pair of angel
wings. I have seen them.
The angel itself
is dark matter, of
course, which I have not
seen. See dark matter?
Don't be silly.
If you could see dark
matter, you couldn't
hope to see the wings.
Saturday, September 19, 2020
PERHAPS
STREETLIGHT
Friday, September 18, 2020
EVERY-
WHERE THERE
Thursday, September 17, 2020
NOT THE POET'S
CROW
Wednesday, September 16, 2020
ALL THINGS
AUTUMN
Tuesday, September 15, 2020
IF WHAT IS
WHO CAN TELL
Monday, September 14, 2020
SHINE
Shine
of a jet
plane or
an evening
star. Salmon
sky as
day fades.
Loneliness
sets its
own tableau.
All we know
is nothing.
On the wind
some snow.
Bring what
night brings,
Lord. And
forgive me
the darkness
which bleeds
the light.
THE OLD MAN
Sunday, September 13, 2020
WE ARE NOT
THE SKY
Saturday, September 12, 2020
EVERY MORNING
Light like an
angel of air
or snowy owl.
The cold speaks
for itself,
says Winter,
says Turn back,
says Abandon
hope, ye who
would enter.
THE NIGHT WIND
Friday, September 11, 2020
GHOSTS OF SNOW
SUN
Thursday, September 10, 2020
UNDERSTANDING THE POET
What is knowledge
and what wisdom?
What is that blue
and what the sky?
What the bush
and what the bird
which in it hides?
THE MOON
Wednesday, September 09, 2020
CARE-
LOOKING
Tuesday, September 08, 2020
IN A MOMENT
Some days
in a moment
I stand
among
the sweet grass hills
tasting
wind and
imagining
the end
of sky
where what we've lost
gathers,
where all
of our fullness
abides,
where all
things lifted lift
again.
THE SURPRISE
Monday, September 07, 2020
HEAVY TRUCKS
GO TO THAT
Go to that
dream world
where we live
another life.
Speak to the one
there who is
the keeper
of hope. Tell her
the light fades
here where we are.
Ask her for help.
Bring back to us
what she offers.
Hold it tight
all the way home.
Sunday, September 06, 2020
SUCH LOW CLOUDS
Such low clouds,
the grey day.
An old friend
asks for you,
you go. Fog,
wind, miles, you
go. The years
fall away.
YOU THINK STONE
You think stone
knows nothing
of death. Stone
has studied
death to death,
has hardened
to a cold,
lingering,
final hope.
Saturday, September 05, 2020
ANOTHER
WATER
Friday, September 04, 2020
SOME SMALL INSTANCE
Some small instance, some grief or joy.
An image. A reflection.
A shooting star streaking across
the sky. A surprise, breath caught.
A chance meeting, a kind word.
The old man to put a hand
on your shoulder. Someone turns
and smiles. You feel loved and lifted
and you don't forget. What the world
is has changed. Or you are changed
and you carry that with you.
It is the lightest burden.
Un-do and re-do. Remember,
you can't turn but that you're turned
and you will never be the same.
HOW FAR
How far
can the universe
expand
into the emptiness
when emptiness
is nothing
and there is
nothing
beyond it?
Thursday, September 03, 2020
LOOKING BACK
And here is for
the one red-tail
I didn't mention --
The world seemed full
when I saw you.
I had no words
for one more bird,
yet I can't forget
your sentinel
silence. You are
a watcher as
I am a watcher.
I tried to speak
of you. It made
no difference
to you, though. You
were on duty.
Would that I could
endure as you do.
Would that I could
mean as much. So
long, my friend. I
will remember.
DEAD SKUNK
Wednesday, September 02, 2020
TIME IS
YOU WONDER
You wonder when
the moment comes
will you take
death as a friend
and walk with him
or will you draw
back and have
to go alone?
Tuesday, September 01, 2020
AN EVENING'S SADNESS
EVERYTHING / THAT BEAUTY IS
Everything
that beauty is
is sand and
gravel beneath
the Saharan
sun, the heat
which makes a
shimmering,
the djinns calling
as if to show
us more. I have
seen the torn
horizon bleed
at sunset,
then felt the cold
darkness
hiding what
we cannot have.
Everything
that beauty is
is sand.
