Thursday, July 18, 2019

THE LAMP 


The lamp
within the stone,

like a star's
particles

flying at us,
light

we notice
or don't as

we go on
looking

at the surface
of things.



Wednesday, July 17, 2019

THE CEDAR / IN THE WINDOW 


The cedar
in the window
is somehow
changed

by my seeing
it. I am
somehow
changed

by its being
there. Neither
of us

speak of this
in ordinary
moments.


Tuesday, July 16, 2019

SHADOW 


Shadow
is not

the thing
itself

but can't
be with-

out it.
Light is

how we
know the

thing as
thing.



Monday, July 15, 2019

I WONDER 


I wonder
do creatures

of the far
stars have clowns?

Do they know
as we do

that when we
laugh, we laugh

at ourselves?
Do they laugh

at themselves
as we do,

at the far
darkness in

the heart of
our dark hearts?



Sunday, July 14, 2019

GREAT BLUE 


Great blue
heron

in the
grey sky

above the
library--

what does it
bring me

that I need
now? What

do I take?
Before you

can answer,
the bird

is gone.



Saturday, July 13, 2019

AT THAT MOMENT 


At that moment,
dying,

he remembers
where

poetry
takes him.



Friday, July 12, 2019

THE LOCUSTS 


How do the
locusts count
to seventeen

in their long
darkness of
waiting? Why

do they sing
all summer
in their time?

What does their
pregnant silence
mean in other

years? What else
am I not
meant to know?



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