Sunday, June 24, 2018

Highway 2, Mile Marker 25 


from
NOTEBOOK: NEW MEXICO
January, 2016

Highway 2, Mile Marker 25

A few of us
take the back roads
at the edge

of the edge
of the world.



Saturday, June 23, 2018

GYPSY POET TOUR (1): Old Man, Traveling 


GYPSY POET TOUR (1)


Old Man, Traveling

The light this morning.
Some wind. All things

behind me, all things
ahead. Even

the birds urge me on.



Friday, June 22, 2018

Entering Roswell 


from
NOTEBOOK: NEW MEXICO
January, 2016

Entering Roswell

Ah, morning,
the crisp

taste of sky.



Thursday, June 21, 2018

Highways 70/380, Mile Marker 316 


from
NOTEBOOK: NEW MEXICO
January, 2016

Highways 70/380, Mile Marker 316

This highway goes on
forever and I go with it.

Can you hear me now?



Wednesday, June 20, 2018

GYPSY POET TOUR (2) 


GYPSY POET TOUR (2)

Haze
in the distance

as if
there are things

I should not
know.



Tuesday, June 19, 2018

Highways 70/380, Mile Marker 311 


from
NOTEBOOK: NEW MEXICO
January, 2016

Highways 70/380, Mile Marker 311

The grass
holds

the snow
and won't

let go.
Why

would it?



Sunday, June 17, 2018

IF THERE WAS 




If there was a God, perhaps
he sneezed, or there was a Big
Bang. It doesn't really matter.
It is. We are.

Something flies
away from us at great speed
and beyond that the Great
Attractor takes us. And the
Great Attractor itself is
taken -- by what or whom, we
do not know.

And I'm speaking
only of this half of things.
For there is even more
off to the right-hand side of
the universe, and maybe
more in the up and down
from here. Who's to say how much?
And what of dark matter,
what of the blacked energy
we cannot see?

The more we think
we know, the more we find there is
to learn. Yet at the speed
it flies from us we cannot know
anything for certain.

All we can say is: If there was
a God, perhaps he sneezed, or -- .




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