[Credit:
ISS
Expedition 7 Crew,
EOL,
NASA]
Perfected in light
And darkness as
When life first
Found it, dawn
And dusk encircled
Earth and midnight
Moved around it.
Wednesday, January 1, 2014
Thursday, December 26, 2013
Roofcat
Roof-mounted
Mechanism presides
Over red dusk in a
Garden under eyes
That close, open,
Close and one
Feels silent wheels
Within wheels.
Wednesday, December 11, 2013
Winter Lens
Winter lens, lifted
From its tub, uncovers
What we set it out
There for --thirst
In migration, lone
Outdoor foragers
Crawling flat on
Frozen earth, cats--
A tub between birth
And rebirth of seasons,
A good tub for
All these reasons.
Sunday, November 24, 2013
Eden Called And Recalled
Far mountains,
Cone by cone--
Contrive to climb
Once more from
This valley floor-- as
Statice pushes
Purple ribbons
To the sea.
A daisyring,
Remembered in a bee,
Evokes a dance
Above its hive.
By chance and such
Devices we survive.
It's what we do, yes,
I'll dance with you.
Thursday, November 14, 2013
She Says
She says,
"Families are grown
like gardens."
She is right.
One seeks siblings
Scattered across
Divides of time,
Land and sea.
Days supply possibility,
What seeds are.
This garden
Grows around a star,
And I am more, under light,
Real in a way
I had not
Been before.
She is right.
"Families are grown
like gardens."
She is right.
One seeks siblings
Scattered across
Divides of time,
Land and sea.
Days supply possibility,
What seeds are.
This garden
Grows around a star,
And I am more, under light,
Real in a way
I had not
Been before.
She is right.
Tuesday, November 5, 2013
Keep This Coupon
At the window
Overlooking lawn
You have your
Mandarin collar on
And remark,
"It's a journey
You know."
We walk together
Through a house
Empty except
For a cold tea kettle
In the kitchen.
Whatever else
I seem to see
In this dream,
I shall always
Love the way
Dust looks
On copper.
Thursday, October 24, 2013
Sea And Semantron
I haven't traveled to
A silent island, or found
Sound frozen in unrung
Bells, but feel the sort
Of roaring order quells,
Quiets into footprints
In the sand and watch
As care and fear
Run out of land.
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