Cogito Naranjado Sum

So we  think, 
Therefore are,
And must be here
To think, but first
Learn by asking
How: how is such
Thought defined 
As much by what is 
As what is not?
So all that is not me,
I must also be.

RAIN!

Light through a lens refracted
In bright echoes of phantom
Sun --wind-driven optics align.
This is how it's done: send dust,
Time, entirety pinwheeling in
Space; ignite thought, feeling and
Place them right under reeling storm.
They will observe then run inside
Where it is warm, home --where
I am writing this poem.

I Have Been Thinking Of Colors

In a midwinter web
Raphiolepis snags some
Morning gray and holds it
Where day may take it,
Measured out atom by atom
Into other seasons-- into
Beans, berries, sea-green pattypan--
Past and future gardens.
I do not know where
This web began.

Mailbox Bulbs

Bagatelle,
Encrypted
In living cells
Defines each
Unscripted
Judgement Day:
Not destiny,  more
Melody in time
And  chance; not
Hell, but
A bagatelle,
A dance.

Punctuation For A 45-Year Pause

An old oak, gnarled in
Mid-shrug, accepts
Our climb and joins
Me in memory--
Friends, a tree, a
Sunlit inch in time.

Runes

Pointy message writ
In runic toolrack appears
To recommend rakes
For Nordic debris.
This from prehistory
Involves raven knees,
Yggdrasil leaves, wind.
Blowing away what was
Is what wind does,
And I believe
This one means pitchfork.
I need a pitchfork?

January One

[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.