Eden Called And Recalled

Displaced pines seek
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.

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.

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.

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.

Forest Geometry

I have taken down this sad dead tree

And defined what it means

To me --warmth in my sixty-fourth winter

And decidedly more: center formed

Along a line moving amid time and trees;

Light to open night and set itself free.

Rock Point 3 a.m.

 [Davidphoto of Geo. Doodle]

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.

Peace Circle

        [Maya Lin's Peace Chapel, Huntingdon, Pa.]

Each hour of peace improves us
Under hours of peace ahead.
By whatever device we are led
To peace of mind, peace enclosed
In stone, left behind where each,
Alone, may go and cast a  shadow,
Wave hello on a street or hilltop,
We meet the hours of peace to be
And know they will not stop.