Monday, July 28, 2014


A magnetic field
Across gravity, time
Revealed in embryo--
Had eyes, saw,
Worked its raw way
Into light, direction--
Water-strider remains,
Lingers over its own
Reflection, attached, all
Fingers, to what is known.

Thursday, July 10, 2014

Cosmos As A Verb

Looking upward, drawn
From earth, enthralled,
Driven, nourished in rain,
In cloudy light, this flower,
Cosmos, senses no
Separation from our star,
Soil, our sky --neither
I suppose should I.

Friday, July 4, 2014

You, Peace

Command myself not
To stare --rare people.
Rarities with quiet in them--
Unsudden surprise,
Like littoralis inland or
Dream remembered-- I like those.
Something seen when they look,
Eyelashes open a
Private whisper of the world.
When they look up, a weightless
Smile --a sunlit cloud
Caught thinking.
Is it ocean or wind
In trees one hears?
Such people, the
Difference disappears.