Monday, June 29, 2015
Last Train Inland
(San Pablo Bay from train)
Last train inland drew
Us late from the shore.
We could stay, do more
Or wait until dawn ahead
Of summer heat, move on.
Yet, we delayed all day
Leaving, found other things
To do --my love of
Moonlit evenings is
Part of loving you.
Friday, June 19, 2015
Out Our West
Out our west window
One plum and another
One appears -- in
An astragal of spheres
Arranged a good deal
Like planets under
Sun --to reel and
Dance around a line.
I must conclude cosmos,
Chance and plum trees
Turn on a common
Axis, and share design.
Saturday, June 6, 2015
Rock Point, 3 A.M.
An electric path--
To be what one was
At trailhead in
Night-sea crossing--
Under the moon
Between black crashes,
Incandescent corridor
Of not-to-be and west
Away from memory.
Something takes flight,
Swift, silver.
Rest of me turns east
And out of night.
Friday, May 29, 2015
Enjambment, A Backporch Poem
Leaves applauding in a breeze
Echo the sea and I see evening
Sun infuse our wood with
Early summer light.
Soon it will be night --brings
Stars, sound and memories
Under raucous trees --can
Remember the breaking
Granite bones of earth, and
New oceans and flowing,
Floating, growing where nothing
Stood before in our wood.
Thursday, May 21, 2015
Now Is Simply
[Normavideo: Poppy shifting in breeze]
https://youtu.be/U6QMEW67EPQ
Now is simply not
Big enough for everything
To happen in.
Wind begins and ends
Elsewhere and extends
Elsewhen with flowers
In its future --flowers
Where it has been.
Sunday, May 10, 2015
Quantum Gardening
Rain on a canna lily leaf
Finds a world curved
Into everything, time,
Mind, events that
Serve life, make it full.
The world is not flat.
Tree trimming or
Tending irrigation in
A boggy hole, up, down,
The compass points are
Always with you.
You can't go in one
Direction without
The others too.
Friday, May 1, 2015
She Is Right
She says,
"Families are grown
like gardens."
She is right.
One seeks siblings
Scattered across
Divides -- time,
Land and sea--
Life in possibility,
What seeds are.
This garden
Grows around a star.
I am more in 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 -- time,
Land and sea--
Life in possibility,
What seeds are.
This garden
Grows around a star.
I am more in light,
Real in a way
I had not
Been before.
She is right.
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