Sundial

Ant on an
Analemma gnomon
Climbs a code
Across light,
Across seasons
When color reclaims
This old gray road.
It too may
Overlay itself for
All I know.
Things come, go.
Things do.
New lives enter.
I like winter,
Don't you?

On A Bridge

I am amazed at
What things mean.
Devices, by which
The impossible is
Seen, surround the soul.
What is secret when
Wind, rattling in reeds,
Repeats what is
Whispered in a hole?

Peak Oil

Path through rain, not
Trodden into mire but
Higher, where dreams
Have been --what one
Does one does as good
Again, and good enough.
Far up, where city lights
Shine like diamond dust
Under me, and higher,
Where an ice-shelf cracked
And calved into the sea,
Rain of future ages
Evaporates off rages,
Beings screamed in
Each other's noise.
Understand, this is where
Dreams run out of land,
Joys take flight and
Dragons soar above
The rainy night.

Retirement

Gray fences pushed
About by bushes abandon
Euclid between burled trunks.
Impossible trees outline
Eccentricities. Mind
Divided from parks by
Palings sees each limb beckon
In wind, gardens call,
And by reckoning
Fall leaves, light, shadow,
Go where no
Fences are at all.

Dormant With Roses

Universe is a tough room
Sometimes, wears us
Bare for another bloom.
What we know
Of time we know also
Of gravity, drawing down,
Forward, all things, you
And me in unseen powers
Emerge, age, detatch,
Verge always --petals,
Spent flowers, effects
Sent when possibility
Collects what is--
Upon what can be.

Applied Withering

Neck craned over
Summer stem bleached
Between wilting leaves--
Fall storm,
Forlorn sunflowers.
Rainy day.
Shouldn't look down.
Neither should they.

Question

Have you walked past a window
On your way to the bathroom
And seen someone out there
With a garden hose or doing
Whatever and stopped, looked
Longer at the recognizable under
Floppy hat, sunglasses and said,
"I love you", even though you
Know no one but you can hear it
And you've still got to pee, you
Just watch a moment longer
And say it again?