Tuesday, August 21, 2012

CLOUDS



Clouds flowing across the moon
In rivers of air.

My breath sleeps
        Feels its shape
         And pulse.

The wings of my back
          Relax.

The light flickers
          From day to night
          And back again.
                   Setting up its own font
                       Resetting my eyes.

My fingers want to touch
My mouth to taste
           What is so far away….

I feel the moisture
         In my bones.
         The smile.



Saturday, August 18, 2012

a simple for emily


Big black bumblebee
With a buzz so strong
It pulls me
Out of my
Reverie
To the simple
Task
Of Looking.

Monday, May 28, 2012

astonishing emily dickinson poem about grief


There is a pain—so utter—
It swallows substance up—
Then covers the Abyss with Trance—
So Memory can step
Around—across—upon it—
As one within a Swoon—
Goes safely—where an open eye—
Would drop Him—Bone by Bone.

Saturday, February 18, 2012

Written awhile back but appropriate for California

SPRING IS NOT A GENTLE THING

There are days when you go outside
And are stunned by the glories of nature
Purple skies
Sunwhite clouds
Carpets of neon yellow
Other days you go out
You are part of it.

A red -headed and throated fox
With plumed
Salt and pepper tail
Ambled towards me today
Straight towards me
No stopping.

Finally I shouted, “Hey!”

He looked at me like
“Well, okay, if you insist.”

He scooted under the
Barbed wire fence
Running alongside
And still kept coming
In my direction
Like the fence
Would make all
The difference.

He glided by
Licking
His lips
Letting his
Tongue
Lollygag
To the side.
Panting
Puffing
In the newborn
Heat of spring.

I succumbed.