Spider Poem

Spider encounters
Sunflower from its web in the
Void --time employed
Unfolding futures.
Past unravels illusion--
No older, no younger.
Spider roams its design,
Legs spread like petals
Around a hunger, defines
What is in curious travels
To settle what was.
It always does.

 

Timewaves

How long?
Moondrawn tides
Sculpt arches,
Headlands, bay,
Tombolo, lagoon,
Dune --where
Oceans slip away--
Or inland saline
Lake -- eons?
A galactic day?
How long?
How long
Would you say?

Infant Towhee

Infant towhee, like
Crystal, rebroadcasts
Light from our star--
Is no less alive
Than we are-- has
A story to tell, as do
We,  and it sounds
Like a little bell.

 

Temporal Geometry

Small, large,
A moment is
At last the
Charge it is
Holding --
No given point
In the past ever
Stops unfolding.  

Flying Flower

Far-ranging pollinators,
Butterflies return what
They ate as caterpillars.
Pupae attached to  tree,
Rose , wait secure;from
Chrysalis eclose, unfurl.
Finally wings  sail  air. 
I  remember clothesline
Bed sheets whipping on
Windy days when I was
A  child  --same  sound,
Done in little in the wild.

2/28/1995

The outside
Of any circle
Describes an
Infinitely 
Greater one.

Not Even Nothing

Not even nothing can
Exist in a vacuum where,
In quantum concert, waves
Of possibility, virtual, in
Space and time --irreducible--
Result in you and me.
Nothing unreal lasts
For very long in forces
Around weak or strong
Charges in disturbance--
Light orphaned in dance
Springs from timeless nowhere.
I do not know if it
Can wholly return there.