16 Monday Nov 2015
Bathed by cricketsong
in dying light,
tiny apples burst round on the limb.
Fall swoops
like twilight bats
and trails of smoky ritual.
Guided by questions,
a door opens,
letting the irrational and mysterious
walk through.
I offered you rage.
You returned it as fertility.
Thank you.
15 Sunday Nov 2015
In the dream,
the medicine.
In the illness,
the cure.
With your mortality came your wisdom.
I lay myself down
alone on cold stone
to invite invisible guests
and their message.
In honor of the living temple-
both mine
and yours-
help me trust
in the staff and serpent.
02 Monday Nov 2015
His voice finds me
before I seek the phone,
its sound
a net into which I could drop.
In the roughness of his hands-
iron and wood and earth.
In his touch-
light, eagerness and suggestion.
Miles suspend moments of definition.
I’ll listen and let contact fall
onto white paper.
21 Wednesday Oct 2015
The imprint of the dream,
a sudden waking
a gasp
an “oh my god” and
you return
to the surface
from a who-knows-where and
a deep
dive
down
carrying now
a dancing fish.
Upon the glass, a reflection.
Through the glass, a being.
Beyond the glass-
a destination calling you forth.
Without end
begins
with accepting the task
that brought you here.
27 Sunday Sep 2015
Talking with stones,,
Orb weaver builds ladders to the sky,
Screeching hawk tells me where I am,
and Vulture lands
large
to roost in his pine..
Still stones speak–
I will build you a home
here
every time you ask.
19 Saturday Sep 2015
Beneath skins and fur
I too rest in beauty
Let not a hand touch me
and still
I smile
For what it’s worth-
which, in a blink, may stack higher
than last year’s wages-
there is no fading value,
nor lost horizons
Forever always reaches towards us..
In a crisp pink angle of morning light
my heart is yours.
18 Friday Sep 2015
Cold coffee
Footfalls in the dark
Walking nose into web
The scurry
A mosaic
Labyrinth allows both
Entry and Exit
and maybe only one
My hand is warm
It will find your shivering skin
Bring fire to blackness you fear
Being alone is part of the mystery
Finding each other in shadow
A turn of the veil.
12 Saturday Sep 2015
While hands rest on sink edge
and skin drips above dirty bowls,
eyes see wall and window and trees in view
of an idea
who drops in,
pulls as much space
as a full day gathers snow,
and says,
Your wound is their wound is a wound
far-reaching with cold, gnarled underground fingers.
Hold the hand you fear,
befriend the dead.
Bring here of the gifts
your people await release.
Possess the expanse
and embody the unspoken…
Hearing the music of you
in a flooding of my entirety,
more life rises in death
than even a painting of night
could dream.
05 Saturday Sep 2015
In slightest wind
strands quiver, quicken,
sense
whole
broad reach and taut sensitivity
carry messages,
bring motion
close..
with no element lost,
nor breath unnoticed,
silver sun target dances
against my eastern window.
26 Sunday Jul 2015
In the dark,
long-term watching.
Blackness rests eyes, brightens
imagination.
Tip into a curve
of ear and mind.. soundlessly
whispers rise and define,
even foretell.
Clarity-
a distant brass bell-
and color emerge,
erasing all penitent dreaming.
Within a container extending
far
into day,
light continually bears witness.
Salt, Smoke, Water and Stone 