Monday, November 21, 2016


Drought, it hides 
Out underfoot
In tortured roots,
Science, in art,
And doubt, faith
And overhead in
Dry trees where 
We seek the living
Sky from our knees.

Sunday, November 6, 2016

Time Wave

Here, rain falls
Where form fills a
Pull of potential.
Rain falls on what
Will be because
Rain fell.
Life, shrunken nearly
To nothing, soaks, sprouts,
Stretches, ages.

Old bark ridges,
Cuts of other seasons--
Things in soil and reason
Endure between bricks,
Logs --snails, worms, sowbugs.
Treefrogs clutched
In a broken cup

Don't care what time
It is here and,
To a gardener, being
A year --or a million--
Arrears is about
Like caught up.