Sunday, January 31, 2021
THE SHINE OF CACTUS
IN SOME LANGUAGE (5)
Saturday, January 30, 2021
WHAT
IN SOME LANGUAGE (4)
Friday, January 29, 2021
THE SILENCE
IN SOME LANGUAGE (3)
Thursday, January 28, 2021
WHAT THE HAWK
Wednesday, January 27, 2021
I HAVE REACHED / THE AGE
I have reached
the age when
every line
might be my
last. What do
I want to
say? I want
to say I have
loved this world.
WINTER STORM
Tuesday, January 26, 2021
THE HORIZON, SAYING
The horizon, saying
high plains, distance,
the boy always
wanting more, mountains
in place of flatness.
This is what makes him,
this longing, the wind
in his face, the sun
always setting farther
out than he has gone,
his knowing there's more
than he has yet got.
HOARFROST
Monday, January 25, 2021
WHAT WE CANNOT
What we cannot see
in the dark night
of the winter storm is
the shape death will take
when it comes for us.
ENGINE
Engine of stars,
bend of gravity,
raspberry taste
of the Milky Way,
light chasing
light. Isn't this
the mind of God?
Sunday, January 24, 2021
EVENING EASES
Evening eases itself
into the house so gently
even the cedar
at the cold window
hardly notices.
The old man waits for it,
for darkness, and it comes,
singing.
ORANGE IS THE NEW
Orange is the new
orange, a long, slow
sundown. Evening
is when everything
evens, when love
equals loss and
it seems worthwhile
to hope again
for another
morning, for
sunrise, orange
as a new orange.
Saturday, January 23, 2021
BREEDLOVE FRETLESS
HOW MUCH
Friday, January 22, 2021
HEAVY SNOW
LIKE FEATHERS
Thursday, January 21, 2021
SOME SAY POEMS
Some say poems are not
the point of the universe
yet the wind sounds along
with our murmured prayers
and the stars swing their light
onto the darkest heart.
There's much I don't know but
the certain, sweet taste of
iron in the morning air.
SUNRISE
Wednesday, January 20, 2021
THE TREES WILL TELL US
IN SOME LANGUAGE (2)
Tuesday, January 19, 2021
IRIS
LET US BLESS
Let us bless
her breasts--
such loveliness
in this world.
O let her
wahoo do
what she wants
it to.
Let her turn
towards me,
let her bless
in this moment
what we are
and what we are
about to do.
Monday, January 18, 2021
JANUARY
January
enters the house,
its cold coat on,
its boots with snow.
You say Welcome.
You want to say
Good-bye.
ANOTHER SUNSET
Sunday, January 17, 2021
A NEW YEAR
IN SOME LANGUAGE (1)
Saturday, January 16, 2021
EVENING LIGHT
LOVE
Friday, January 15, 2021
THE FIRST MISTAKE
The first mistake
is finding
what it does,
and the second
is doing it.
You must keep
sinning when
it hurts too much
to stop.
WHAT HAVE I DONE?
Thursday, January 14, 2021
SOMEWHERE
Somewhere
an old silence
waits for me
to enter
the emptiness.
It is like
swimming naked--
the knowledge
you are
who you are
when you walk in-
to cold water.
It is not like
light piercing
a dark room.
NOVEL IN ONE SENTENCE
Wednesday, January 13, 2021
APPROACHING THE NEW YEAR
AS SULTRY
Tuesday, January 12, 2021
HARD-
THAT GIRL
Monday, January 11, 2021
SO, A SENTENCE
So, a sentence? Take
this fragment, that. Noun.
Verb. Who needs them, when?
This morning the light
make such questions un-
necessary.
SHARP / WIND
Sunday, January 10, 2021
WHERE IT GOES
LIGHT / LOST
Saturday, January 09, 2021
SIDEWAYS
Sideways,
like the coyote
along the river,
like light
from the far star
bent by our air,
like the girl
who turns and blushes
at love.
WHEN I SPEAK
Friday, January 08, 2021
CAN'T SAY
THE MOON
Thursday, January 07, 2021
THE SHAPE
WHY TREES?
Wednesday, January 06, 2021
THE POET
THE RINGING
The ringing
in my ears--
I realized
it's the stars
talking.
I realized
I should listen--
they speak of
many horses running,
they speak of birds.
Tuesday, January 05, 2021
THE SKY
The sky is
as still as
the silent
mountain. What
promise is
as blue as
tomorrow,
what hope comes
home to us?
THE NEW YEAR
The way the white
winter sun
moves its light
across the white
winter fields:
even a blind man
can appreciate
such spectacle.
Monday, January 04, 2021
SEASON'S TURN
Once again time entered
without knocking. Summer
turned to autumn before
we knew. We felt it
in our bones, another
year disappearing and
we didn't see it go.
The darkened house empties
and we burrow deeper
into shelter, a warmer
place to wait for this
winter which is left us.
THE HOUSE MOANS
The house moans
in this hard
wind. Winter
is a white
fury which
goes on and
on. We have
no way out.
We wait here
listening for
its anger
to subside.
When will that
be, the betting
man wonders.
When will our
endurance
be enough?
Sunday, January 03, 2021
DETERMINATION
How she pushes
into the world,
how she leans
into it.
You don't know
where she will
go from here,
only that
it will be
exactly
where she wants.
THE POET, / LIKE
The poet,
like the steel
guitar player
learning the licks
of all those who
came before,
and using them
in his own
chameleon
voice. It's not
stealing
when you make
them your own.
Saturday, January 02, 2021
REDTAIL FOLLOWS
Redtail follows
kestrel across
the grasses.
It's eat or
be eaten.
Don't look back,
someone says,
they're gaining.
HER BREASTS
Friday, January 01, 2021
THE OLD MAN
The old man
dances on gravel,
smoothing it
where flooding
washed out
the driveway.
He doesn't
know anyone
is watching.
His dancing
settles the world
anyway.
ANGELS
