Monday, September 16, 2019
GRASSES
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
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.
