Wednesday, August 05, 2020
AUTUMN TABLEAU
IN THIS WORLD
In this world
sometimes something
comes to pass
and brings a
poem with it --
goldenrod,
Queen Anne's lace,
water running
in a creek.
Tuesday, August 04, 2020
WISDOM'S MOMENT
A boat
on the water.
Its wake
laps the shore.
Tomorrow
we will know
nothing more
than what
we learned
today.
THIS COW TOWN
These plain clothes of mine.
I'm only a boy, green like
the weeds in this lot beside
the bar full of cow men
badly in need of a bath.
I can smell them even
here. The wind picks up
dust off the dirt street, carries
it farther than imagination
can run, farther than
the sheriff will go without
armed men beside him.
That's how this town is.
Monday, August 03, 2020
IS IT BETTER
Is it better
to stand in
the stillness
or to make
of it a
poem? Some
argue one
way and some
the other.
I smile, nod,
bow my head
to blessing.
NUMBERS
One is
a l one.
Two is
what two
do.
Three is
what rises
when one
stands alone.
Four is
the doorway.
You cannot
come back.
Five is
almost perfect,
except for
what two do.
Six is
what you like
morning, noon,
and night.
Seven is
next to heaven
though you will be
lonely there.
This is
how you count.
These are
what the numbers
mean,
which is
why math
is difficult.
Sunday, August 02, 2020
LONELINESS
Loneliness
the color of
winter coming.
No one wants
to listen
and I have
nothing I wish
to say.
Learn from this
what you can.
Saturday, August 01, 2020
WITNESS
Witness
to the
brightness
an out-
of-body
moment,
as if
lifting,
as if
silver
sears through
you and
beyond,
the idea
of heaven
farther
than you
can go.
Friday, July 31, 2020
WISDOM IS
Thursday, July 30, 2020
SOUND OF MORNING
