Wednesday, January 27, 2021
I HAVE REACHED / THE AGE
I have reached
the age when
every line
might be my
last. What do
I want to
say? I want
to say I have
loved this world.
WINTER STORM
Tuesday, January 26, 2021
THE HORIZON, SAYING
The horizon, saying
high plains, distance,
the boy always
wanting more, mountains
in place of flatness.
This is what makes him,
this longing, the wind
in his face, the sun
always setting farther
out than he has gone,
his knowing there's more
than he has yet got.
HOARFROST
Monday, January 25, 2021
WHAT WE CANNOT
What we cannot see
in the dark night
of the winter storm is
the shape death will take
when it comes for us.
ENGINE
Engine of stars,
bend of gravity,
raspberry taste
of the Milky Way,
light chasing
light. Isn't this
the mind of God?
Sunday, January 24, 2021
EVENING EASES
Evening eases itself
into the house so gently
even the cedar
at the cold window
hardly notices.
The old man waits for it,
for darkness, and it comes,
singing.
ORANGE IS THE NEW
Orange is the new
orange, a long, slow
sundown. Evening
is when everything
evens, when love
equals loss and
it seems worthwhile
to hope again
for another
morning, for
sunrise, orange
as a new orange.
Saturday, January 23, 2021
BREEDLOVE FRETLESS
HOW MUCH
Friday, January 22, 2021
HEAVY SNOW
LIKE FEATHERS
Thursday, January 21, 2021
SOME SAY POEMS
Some say poems are not
the point of the universe
yet the wind sounds along
with our murmured prayers
and the stars swing their light
onto the darkest heart.
There's much I don't know but
the certain, sweet taste of
iron in the morning air.
SUNRISE
