Inflorescence

Down this lane
Naved in alders
I pass gardens:
Menorah in
Corymb; umbel,
Decision a moment
From the stem;
Racemose, rhythm--
This lane, a
Thing thinking
In things, while
I think in
Thoughts of things
But mostly listen.

Dream Garden

Windows snibbed, gate
Thwarted --so we,
Hand-in-hand like
Two children, walked
Along a boundary wall

To a corner
Screened by beech.
Was there a way out,
A breach behind?
Are we trapped inside
Our minds?

A western wall,
Wasn't it?
So long ago.
All I remember,
All I know is
We never looked
Behind that tree
And you still
Hold hands
With me.

Late March

Midnight,
Tented tulip
Petals prove the
Path of
Earth.

Sprout

Time, at any
Point, is sum
Of everything
Looking into
An infant's face,
New, soft, surprised,
Composed of all

Time, all one--
History done
In little looking
Into me--
Eye to eye,
Inquisitive, seeing
And seen.
How much

Time, eons
Caught between?
A clock chimes one
Where past and
Future focus.
One goes on and on.
Hello baby!
We are more
Than a local
Phenomenon.

Still On Spring Break 1971

Left college to
Pursue a superior
Course of study.
What I learned,
Raising children,
Has bettered me.
I am nuts now,
But better.