Sunday, April 21, 2019
POEMS / ARE NOT
Poems
are not
broken
birds, are
not dead
coyotes
along
the path,
though the
best of
them might
keep such
scents.
Saturday, April 20, 2019
MY WORDS
You think
my words
don't know
they can
only
point at
things? That
is what
they love,
pointing
at things.
Friday, April 19, 2019
POEM AS WEAPON
Thursday, April 18, 2019
PUSH
Push, says the one
in front of me.
We are marching
on a cliff and
facing the sea.
Push, I say,
as I am
supposed to.
Push, says the one
behind me,
and I do.
Push, says the one
behind the one
behind me,
and he does.
This is how it
ends, and how it
will never end.
Wednesday, April 17, 2019
IF WE WAIT
If we wait
and are patient
we are
given to
know: as evening
brings its
sharp darkness
extinguishing
the stars
our breath will
catch, yes, in that
last hard
moment the sky
undoes us.
Tuesday, April 16, 2019
THE FIRE
The fire that light
is was a piercing.
Let us be blessed
with that again,
that first imagined
star, its brightness
undiminished.
Monday, April 15, 2019
ALL OF EVERY
All of every
creature, Lord, God,
if you are, there
you are, and
there I worship,
lifted by spider
and fly, snake
and all the crawlers,
orioles, cardinals,
the lowly sparrow,
the squirrel up
and down my tree
and the hawk
which would take it,
the mouse, the owl,
the wolf, coyote,
and all the dogs,
the cats big and small,
lions and tigers
and bears, oh my,
elephants, and whales.
Follow these, I say.
They will lead us
to the only
heaven we need.
