Sunday, July 14, 2019

1977


Moment of creation is
Always ideation, progress,
Succession of  futures,
Falling stars and heartbeats.
By gain and retreat we 
Define time over real, unreal
And climb what is revealed.



Monday, July 1, 2019

Camanche Lake 1969

I remember it as though
It was only 50 years ago
Instead of half a century.
She and I adventured at
A convergence in history--
Three counties, Amador, 
Calaveras, San Joaquin,
Camanche among & between,
Where our state came to
Mean gardens and old
Dreams of vineyards, gold,
Then hopes for those 
With swimmers' bodies
Rose between our yard-long
Arms and she took a photo.
Why? I still don't know.  


Sunday, May 26, 2019

Regarding Tools, Sub Rosa Revisited

Sunday, October 23, 2011

Sub Rosa

[Norma photo]

As I, under
Rose shadow,
Worked my ass
Off years ago,
Old foundations
Crumbled --oh, we
Mumble explanations:
Surely age and weather
Exact a toll together
On farmhouses
And fools --a new
Physique, more
Room back there
For tools

Wednesday, May 22, 2019

Touch

Where time
Expands space,
We touched hands,
Joined ways
And to that 
Touch entrusted
All our days.

Sunday, May 12, 2019

With Love and Admiration to All Mothers


(1915-2001)


                                                                  

When her hearing went,
She often said,"I can hear you
But  can't tell what you're saying."
At her kitchen table
We watched a storm pound
Over the old  olive orchard.
Sunlight fled the field,
Crossed the creek and
Dark filled the window,
Then lit blinding blue
With thunder to the bone.
When the room unrattled
She laughed, "I heard that.
I just couldn't tell what it said."
I wish again  her hearing
had been better because
I'd love to know.

Wednesday, April 3, 2019

Timetable



Rodin, "The fallen Caryatid"
Caryatid or 
Atlantid under
Entablature, our
World, a moment.
A moment has no 
Thought in it, shorter
Than neural synapse,
Irreducible and yet seeks--
Fallen or not --an astragal
Of light and life composing
Souls in history, our inquiry:
What are we?
What can we be?  





Tuesday, March 5, 2019

Time and Cheshire Cats



Time is fluid,
Seeking its container,
Itself, assuming
All shapes --space,
Velocity, forever
And, of course, 

Imagination and us.