Tuesday, November 20, 2018

Random November (23) 


You cannot
see the wind's
blindness;

you can only
hear it.



Random November (22) 


Cold
November
rain, a

prayer
for the
dying.



from The Wishin' Jupiter Poems: Dead Cottonwoods 


What do trees
trees know of

being dead
except for

giving back
what the earth

has taken?



THE POET 11-12-18 (7) 


The poet like a man
with a hammer cracking

rocks. Sometimes he finds
it's only common granite.

Sometimes it shines like
sun in all directions.

You cannot know until
the stone is broken.



Monday, November 19, 2018

Random November (21) 


Oh, yes,
the water

still loves
the wind

and will
until

winter
chills and

smooths it.
Then the

wind will
love what

water
has become.



Random November (20) 


November's
code, something
secret

from the sun,
grey, of course,
lonesome.

We worry
we have lost
too much,

yet we don't
know what, or
when, or

what it means.
We don't know
whether

we should
even begin
again.



from The Wishin' Jupiter Poems: What Measure 


What measure
but my stride,

the ravens'
dark flight,

the cottonwoods
holding to

what they know
of water.



WHAT IS THIS 11-12-18 (8) 


What is this
that we cannot

say, out beyond
where words are

uttered. Not
silence, not

emptiness,
the fullness

of wonder.
As if love

and loss live
at the edge,

with hope
between them.



Sunday, November 18, 2018

Random November (19) 


Where darkness
gathers

in the corner
of the stairs,

where the cold
collects,

and the tired
ghosts.



Random November (18) 


The monarch
butterflies

crossing
the border

south of here,
how the wind

has loved them,
how they

love the wind.



from The Wishin' Jupiter Poems: October Moment 


Even with snow
on the ground,

the last grass-
hoppers of hope.



CHINESE LANDSCAPE IN WISCONSIN: NOVEMBER 


All the grasses tend to bend
the same in wind -- no reason

not to. Bending is the choice
to make when you have the earth

to hold to and the power
of wind is only passing.



Saturday, November 17, 2018

Random November (17) 


Remembering
the tree

heavy
with apples.

Too late now,
once again.



Random November (16) 


A knife
which knows

the vowels
of blood

is sharp
enough.



from The Wishin' Jupiter Poems: The Poet Examines His Method 


Not movement,
the moment.

Stillness opening
the world. Being

there to see it.



NIGHT. DARKNESS 


Night. Darkness
wants to take

this old house.
Cold abounds

now, in late
November.

Wind pushes
at the eaves.

What assures
is knowing

this is what
we've chosen:

the warmth of
light shows out

the window,
tells the world

this is so.



Friday, November 16, 2018

Random November (15) 


November
rain, as if

we're not
good enough.



Random November (14) 


The others remember
sitting on Gramma's lap.

I remember sliding off.



from The Wishin' Jupiter Poems: Sounds 


The sound of a jet
overhead, of cattle

in their pasture.
Wind in the small grass,

you can hear that, too,
if you listen.



I SING LIKE 


I sing like
a crazy man

and the wind
sings with me.

Neither of us
knows any better.



Thursday, November 15, 2018

Random November (13) 


Again
the old pine
in wind

saying
an ancient
prayer.



from The Wishin' Jupiter Poems: And Shall I Walk? 


And shall I walk
this walk tomorrow?

And shall I see
the world still shining?

Will I hear
the birds, the sound

of water moving
towards winter?

And if I don't, I did.
The birds know,

the water knows.
That's enough.


MONKS CHANTING 


Monks chanting
in the distance

almost as if
they're calling

Come home,
come home.



Wednesday, November 14, 2018

Random November (12) 


What the crow
knows he keeps

low. The grey
wash of evening

takes him home.



Random November (11) 


The grey sky knows
nothing of distance.

We are on our own.



from The Wishin' Jupiter Poems: Chance Upon 


Chance upon
the river.

Chance upon
the dead cow

the coyotes
have opened.

Chance upon
the moment

when truth
kind of stinks.



OLD POET SELF-EXAMINATION 


Even after
a lifetime
he doesn't

understand
what it is
he is. And

how can he?
He's always
last to know.



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