Friday, March 22, 2019

HAWK 


He drives the sky
who flies red-tailed
towards sunset.

Not wind so much
as wisdom carries
him to evening.

All day is every
day as he takes it,
as darkness comes

and each moment
blesses him.



Thursday, March 21, 2019

MORNING AND 


Morning and I am
going home. The mountains
move away from me.



Wednesday, March 20, 2019

STARS HAVE 


Stars have died
to give us

the elements
which make this

life this life.
Honor those

dead, the stars.



Tuesday, March 19, 2019

EVENING 


A redness at its edges, the hawk
above the field, upon the failing

light and wind. I see him. I see
all of them. Not to pay attention

would be to lose my way and it's
too late for that. It's too late for

denying I'm only one more
stone thrown against the darkening.



Monday, March 18, 2019

WIND SLAMS 


Wind slams crow
and crow can-

not go home,
could not go,

even if
he knew where

home might be.



Sunday, March 17, 2019

THIS MORNING 


This morning
the world does

not need me
to sing it.

Once again
it sings it-

self into
being and

it sings me
in too. Sun

comes up, same
as always.



Saturday, March 16, 2019

THE END 


The end
is every

beginning.
I cannot

believe
my atoms

will not be
stars again.



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