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
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
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
