Wednesday, September 30, 2020

RESURRECTION 


Resurrection:
we are

the stuff of
dead stars.



SLOW GREAT 


Slow great
blue heron

in the great
blue sky.

Where are we
going? Will

we know when
we get there?



Tuesday, September 29, 2020

DEATH IS 


Death is
a patient
merchant:

knows
we are all
buyers;

knows
no one else
is selling.



FLASH / OF AUTUMN 


Flash
of autumn.

The year
has gotten
away again.

I can't
go home

because I'm
already there.



Monday, September 28, 2020

A WEED IS 


A weed is
the flower
you don't want;

the desert
an emptiness
in your heart.



WHAT FILLS THE SPACE 

 
What fills the space
the light held

when the star burns
out and the last

of the brightness
reaches us?

That emptiness
then will be

eternal,
yes, as will

the silence when
love's last words

are finished.



Sunday, September 27, 2020

DO NOT FEAR 


Do not fear
the pain you know.

Already you wear it
like an old coat.



BIRDS LIKE 

 
Birds like leaves
on the autumn trees.

The world knows
its business.



Saturday, September 26, 2020

OUR TWIN 


Our twin
is the

dying
we go

into.



OF DEATH 


Animals
do not think
of death.

Oh, they know
loss, yet
they also know

everything
transforms.
The caterpillar

becomes
the butterfly.
The fallen

tree becomes
the earth.
All the rain

becomes
the ocean.
They have no

need to think
death is
more than this.



Friday, September 25, 2020

SO MUCH 


So much
nothing, a

concentrated
wish of

silence, an
experienced

emptiness, a
door closed

and secured.



CONSONANTS & VOWELS 


Consonants
are important

but you must
love the vowels,

especially
the awful

wide ones which
signal the end

of the poem
like a clasp

slowly closed,
then snapped.



Thursday, September 24, 2020

CANNOT BELIEVE 


Cannot believe
all this universe

is only here
just for us.



SUN THROUGH 

 
Sun through the trees.
Tiger stripes of daylight.

Morning yawns and stretches.
Afternoon waits.



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