One Good Simple Thing
There are things in life.
Simple, easy things that take the hardness out of world for a moment.
Ghostly music seeping in from another room makes me stop.
She is singing again, and I cannot move,
I must stand and cup my mind around this whispering flame.
The slightest puff of air will chase it into the night
and leave the world colder for its loss.
Eggshell
A movement of horizons
How could I bring the sky down to my bed?
Nights awake staring into
the wall surrounding the universe.
But what is on the other side?
I built walls that could not contain
Oblivion’s eternal reach.
A Stubborn Twilight
What do I need? Nothing!
I only desire.
I could eat the world and leave.
I could turn inside myself
dreaming my desire into the stars
of my internal night.
November Visitor
Bee buzzing at the backdoor glass
Rides my shoe
out into the wet garden
New Summer
I stayed late to fix the gate
on the first eve of summer
I screwed in the screws
the hinges hung true,
swinging brightly
in the still shining sun.
Waterfall in Late Summer
The ever changing
Pattern of falling water
Shatters on smooth rocks
Displacement
Winter rain falls
among the leaves
outside the apartment window.
I remember bright rooms
lit by the sun.
House World
After living under the naked
raining sky for many years,
beneath the airships of the oppressors,
I found my way into house world.
In house world there are stairs to climb,
but to get anywhere worth going,
I have to pull up the soft spongy bricks
and break through the floor.
Moving in this way,
I find the person I am looking for.
Snow Where I Live
falling crystals
accumulating layers
a silent canvas
Cold
Blue sky means ice
and feathered clouds
pink in the dawn light
and bright still trees
on my way back to work
Juice of the Weedy Man
I could see death
away up the road
leaping from stalled car
to stalled car
like a tiger,
hunting.
No way to shout,
to make a connection.
The Weedy Man was coming
with berries and decay.