Thursday, November 29, 2018
Seeking Time
Our spirits rest in
Trees, seeking time
Between heat, cold,
New, old --as autumn
Nears its end and
Earth, still our friend,
In cooler repose, hangs
Raindrops on a rose.
Saturday, November 3, 2018
Following Fall
Following
Fall blossoms--
Smaller, yet all---
Petal to petal,
Each slow inch,
Unfurled on a
Route around
The world.
Fall blossoms--
Smaller, yet all---
Petal to petal,
Each slow inch,
Unfurled on a
Route around
The world.
Monday, September 24, 2018
Darwin Dangling: Universal Pool Experience
Between fiery air
And fountain edge
We dangle our feet
From a pool ledge,
Where air and heat
Divide --a margin
We decide is right,
Our eyes in the
Business of light
And our toes in
The promise of flight.
Wednesday, August 29, 2018
Fishgate
It has been 30 years
Since I built
Fishgate at our east
Fence, and through it
Have come the
Best things in life --
Things of love and
Wonder, my wife, our
Children, futures,
Pasts --not bad
Perhaps for a fish
Of hinges and scraps.
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For those readers who wish to learn more about Fishgate, please click to Evolution/Fishgate at Trainride of The Enigmas.
Since I built
Fishgate at our east
Fence, and through it
Have come the
Best things in life --
Things of love and
Wonder, my wife, our
Children, futures,
Pasts --not bad
Perhaps for a fish
Of hinges and scraps.
*********************************
For those readers who wish to learn more about Fishgate, please click to Evolution/Fishgate at Trainride of The Enigmas.
Saturday, July 14, 2018
Clouds At Sierra Foothills
A big universe.
We are part of its size.
It takes time to
Realize, lift in
Colliding winds--
Skies swept in needs,
In wills conflicting,
Until, as one,
Clouds pile high
Upon the hills.
Wednesday, June 13, 2018
Rahima
Rahima
Unexpected always,
Like wild strawberries
Or lupine in dunes
Appear and hold earth together,
You walk with an open book
Beyond the brim of my hat.
I look.
"It's only a mystery," you say.
Yes, it is certainly that:
You on the path to
Rahima, bright day;
Me, trimming escallonia;
Detectives on separate ways
In an old universe
That still glistens.
You speak.
I listen.
"This, I am more.
Something else that is more."
Hair full of fairylamps,
Downward flutter of fingertips,
A gesture stirring stellar dust,
And I believe you,
I must.
Like wild strawberries
Or lupine in dunes
Appear and hold earth together,
You walk with an open book
Beyond the brim of my hat.
I look.
"It's only a mystery," you say.
Yes, it is certainly that:
You on the path to
Rahima, bright day;
Me, trimming escallonia;
Detectives on separate ways
In an old universe
That still glistens.
You speak.
I listen.
"This, I am more.
Something else that is more."
Hair full of fairylamps,
Downward flutter of fingertips,
A gesture stirring stellar dust,
And I believe you,
I must.
Thursday, June 7, 2018
Enormous Future
This collection and
Dream upon the past--
What happens is
What happened last
Always shut in seamless
Suture-- gives anew
Onto wonders vast,
An enormous future.
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