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.

Genie's Curriculum

Can omniscience know
Effects of its own absence?
Sense, sequence, me
You, monsters, fools
Assemble so,
Learn from what
They know and more
From what they do not.
We form
Around our thoughts
From light,
Motion, slime.
At the rate our
Spirits climb
We'll know nothing
About nothing
In no time, and
Grow brains in
Primordial rain.

February Rain

Wind-drawn storm
Dragged ragged and
Red west, trees
Stripped to
Tendrils, rest in
Sudden stillness.
Stars, other suns,
Appear where sky
Clears over other
Gardens, other worlds,
As ours will dawn
To this --a house
Of mirrors, an idea
And all ideas.
You only know where
Your inside is
In cosmos, here.
In there, in calm,
Is a light and
Reflection all
Lives share.