Monday, March 30, 2020
BETWEEN
Sunday, March 29, 2020
EVERY MORNING
Light like an
angel of air
or snowy owl.
The cold speaks
for itself,
says Winter,
says Turn back,
says Abandon
hope, ye who
would enter.
POET
Saturday, March 28, 2020
GHOSTS OF SNOW
THIS WORLD
The world
does not
love us
more than
it loves
itself.
See how
it takes
back what
we thought
was ours.
See how
we think
we've lost
what we
were owed.
See how
the world
does not
think like
we do.
The end
is not
the end,
though it
might be
the end
of us.
MAN WANTS
Friday, March 27, 2020
UNDERSTANDING THE POET
What is knowledge
and what wisdom?
What is that blue
and what the sky?
What the bush
and what the bird
which in it hides?
SKY RAGS
Thursday, March 26, 2020
CARE
NO LINE
Wednesday, March 25, 2020
HEAVY TRUCKS
HOME
Tuesday, March 24, 2020
SUCH LOW CLOUDS
Such low clouds,
the grey day.
An old friend
asks for you,
you go. Fog,
wind, miles, you
go. The years
fall away.
WITHIN
