Monday, December 24, 2018

Event Horizon

Over leaves of 
Heaven, this 
Galaxy rises,
Opens her arms
And draws our
Moon, Earth,
This light and
Spark of birth,
Around this star--
This ark, on
Which we are.
We Are.



Thursday, November 29, 2018

Seeking Time


Our spirits rest in
Trees, seeking time
Between heat, cold,
New, old --as autumn
Nears its end and
Earth, still our friend,
In cooler repose, hangs
Raindrops on a rose.





Saturday, November 3, 2018

Following Fall

Following 
Fall blossoms--
Smaller, yet all---

Petal to petal,
Each slow inch,
Unfurled on a
Route around 
The world.
 

Monday, September 24, 2018

Darwin Dangling: Universal Pool Experience



Between fiery air
And fountain ledge
We dangle our feet
From a pool edge,
Where air and heat
Divide --a margin 
We decide is right,
Our eyes in the
Business of light
And our toes in
The promise of flight.

Wednesday, August 29, 2018

Fishgate

It has been 30 years
Since I built 
Fishgate at our east
Fence, and through it
Have come the
Best things in life --
Things of love and
Wonder, my wife, our
Children, futures, 
Pasts --not bad 
Perhaps for a fish
Of hinges and scraps.

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Saturday, July 14, 2018

Clouds At Sierra Foothills



A big universe.
We are part of its size.
It takes time to
Realize,  lift in
Colliding winds--
Skies swept in needs,
In wills conflicting,
Until, as one,
Clouds pile high 
Upon the hills.



Wednesday, June 13, 2018

Rahima



 

Rahima

Unexpected always,
Like wild strawberries
Or lupine in dunes
Appear and hold earth together,
You walk with an open book
Beyond the brim of my hat.
I look.
"It's only a mystery," you say.
Yes, it is certainly that:
You on the path to
Rahima, bright day;
Me, trimming escallonia;
Detectives on separate ways
In an old universe
That still glistens.
You speak.
I listen.
"This, I am more.
Something else that is more."
Hair full of fairylamps,
Downward flutter of fingertips,
A gesture stirring stellar dust,
And I believe you,
I must.