Tuesday, February 12, 2019

WINTER 


evening.
The sun leaves us

to live
its other life.



Monday, February 11, 2019

IS THERE AN EMPTINESS 


Is there an emptiness
so great one can be healed

entering? Could you know
that was so when you have

no measure to compare?
Who would choose to carry

loneliness into his
own desert? Who has been

lost enough he can find
his way, who waits until

darkness brings what he's lost?
The one who loves in pain

is not the one to walk
into an unknown void,

not without his teacher.
Does he even know that

he needs a teacher? And,
if he does, can he wait

until the teacher finds him?
It is so hot out here.



Sunday, February 10, 2019

LATE LIGHT SKY 


Late-light sky,
winter fields,
some wind in
the cedars.

What moves shines
with desire,
like the eyes
of small birds

waiting to
feed, waiting
to find hope
before night.



Saturday, February 09, 2019

SOMETIMES 


Sometimes
those who would speak
go on too long.

Sometimes
those who would be silent
go on too long.

Sometimes
our poems fail us
when we need them

most.


Friday, February 08, 2019

IN THE DESERT 


The sun does not
sing the wind's song.

The wind does not
sing the stone's.

The stone does not
sing the hawk's song.

The hawk does not
sing the mouse's.

The mouse, of course,
sings death's song.

The shadow of the hawk
sings it too.



Thursday, February 07, 2019

THE HAWK 


The hawk
who knows me
does not speak.

It is enough
he knows

I speak for him.



Wednesday, February 06, 2019

CICADA POETRY 


I have
cicadas

in my
ears and

they sing
all night.

This is
the only

way you
can hear

cicada
poetry:

listen
to them

in your
own ears.

You can
hear it

if you
choose, but

you must
want to.



Tuesday, February 05, 2019

CALLING THE WOLF 


The word
is not
the thing

but can
summon
the thing.

Say wolf.
The wolf
appears.

You can
see it
as the

wolf sees
you, if
you are

holy.
Say wolf
and see.



Monday, February 04, 2019

NEW YEAR'S MORNING 


That which hangs
and that which stands,

that which opens
and takes,

that which shudders.
Morning light.

We wonder why
the year turns.

Then another
day begins.



Sunday, February 03, 2019

NEW YEAR'S EVE RESOLUTION 


A hard storm
at year's end

laid snow on
the shame of

who we are,
left a new

surface for
us here on

out. Let us
make tracks towards

tomorrow's
sun, into

a better
day where past

shadows stay
behind us

and we can
be better

than we've been.



Saturday, February 02, 2019

A BLEAK WIND 


A bleak wind,
frailing sky,
the cold as
cold as hurt.

Go on, says
morning, go
on, if you
have the heart.



Friday, February 01, 2019

WE DREAM BACKWARDS 


Yes, we dream
backwards, through

all our families,
backwards through

those who were
prey and who

were predator,
through the mud

of the transition,
to remember

who we were
when we lived

in water.



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