Tuesday, October 28, 2008


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.


[photo by Norma of Willie and Geo. steering '71 VW in and out of future]

Take Antaeus and the
Eastbound bearing race:
Souls rolling beween poles
Slip magnetic journals,
Fly away, cling to magic
In nanotubes or catch
On some arrangement of
Prehistory, future,
Names given infants by
Infants --fires deep in the
Silence? Sound?
Better an aeolian harp
Than fool who has
The king's ear.
There are no kings here,
Only torchlights seen
Across dark fields
By beings on business
Of their own.
All illusion is alone.
Could that include this question?
I must limit myself to
What is humanly possible,
Will could answer this.

Tuesday, October 14, 2008

Gooseboys In Mist

Black questionmarks
Over foot-high fog,
Alert for gulls, dogs,
Each other.
Contained, conjunctive
High notes in poor
Cupless ears.
Here the field fills
With light.
Interrogative over
An end of night.

Wednesday, October 1, 2008

Rock Point Three A.M.

An electric path--
To be what one was
At trailhead in
Night-sea crossing--
Under the moon
Between black crashes,
Incandescent corridor
Of not-to-be and west
Away from memory.
Something takes flight,
Swift, silver.
Rest of me turns east
And out of night.