Monday, September 16, 2019

GRASSES 


Sun. Wind.
Grasses

bent, not
broken.

As old
men know

there is
strength in

yielding.



Sunday, September 15, 2019

SEEING 


See how he keeps
pointing at things,
they say.

See how things
keep pointing back,
he responds.

It is not
enough to see,
he says.

We must also
be seen
to understand.



Saturday, September 14, 2019

NOT THE IDEA 


Not the idea
of plums

but actual plums
in the sun,

in the icebox,
in the mouth,

in their promise,
as if they could

be as sweet as
your lover's breasts.



Friday, September 13, 2019

HOLY FRENZY 


If it is
holy frenzy
you seek

watch the hawk.
Silent, motion-
less, alone

in sun and wind,
shadow and
not shadow.

Its patience. Not
this moment.
Not this

moment. This
moment. Strike.



Thursday, September 12, 2019

SEEING 


We have learned
to see across

or through, beyond,
not into.

Not the flower
but the arrangement;

not the grasses
but the horizon;

not the stars
but the far darkness.

Mother Hawk
would counsel

patience, to sit
like a broken branch

in the naked tree
and wait. And wait.

What you see
will approach

in silence.
She says, Wait.



Wednesday, September 11, 2019

SHADOW 


Is it
that shadow
is

the other
side of
light;

or is it
the ashes of
loss?



Tuesday, September 10, 2019

A SMALL SPRING 


A small spring
burbles its
water

into the world.
We do not
know where that
water

comes from.
It comes.
We do not
know where that
water

will go.
It goes. It is
water.

It does not
need us to
know.



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