Thursday, October 31, 2019

TEN THOUSAND MEANS 


Ten
thousand
means

all there is –
raindrops,
women,

chances for
forgiveness.
I bow

in all
directions
and hope

ten
thousand
is enough.



Wednesday, October 30, 2019

POETS 


That which we do
we do. There is
no otherwise.



Tuesday, October 29, 2019

AS THE GRASSES 


As the grasses
ask the sky

let us ask
of silence.



Monday, October 28, 2019

NOT FOR YOU, / READER 


Not for you,
reader,

this moment.
Not for me.

See the flower
in the breeze.

See the butterfly.
They are what

they are. They have
this moment.



Sunday, October 27, 2019

WRITING THE LAST POEM 


If the
moment

waited,
I missed

it. All
that's left

is white
space where

perhaps
some words

would be.



Saturday, October 26, 2019

EVEN THE WIND 


Even the wind
goes quiet

in this moment
of stillness.

What moves is
the beating heart.



Friday, October 25, 2019

THIS IS WHERE 


This is where you
start--carrying
the heavy things.

It doesn't get
better than that.



Thursday, October 24, 2019

POET, WALKING 


He cannot
imagine what
he will see

but he sees
what he
imagines.



Wednesday, October 23, 2019

THAT BIRD 


That bird
believes

everything
it says

and then
believes it

again.



Tuesday, October 22, 2019

LAVENDER 


Lavender
knows nothing

but sun
and sadness.

Take a
moment.

You will
know too.



Monday, October 21, 2019

AS IF 


As if
the poem

will lead me
to heaven.

I keep
walking.



Sunday, October 20, 2019

A PIGEON 


A pigeon
is surprised
and flies

beneath
the trees
into

a farther
darkness.
He is

not the symbol
of anything.



Saturday, October 19, 2019

THE MOUNTAINS SPEAK 


The mountains
speak with thunder.

The monk
says his prayers.

The distance
brings its silence.

The old poet
walks his poems.

We all count
our blessings

standing in
one moment.



Friday, October 18, 2019

SUDDEN MOVEMENT 


Sudden movement--
the bird flies off.

That is his nature.
And soon the bird

returns to feed
again. That is

also his nature.



Thursday, October 17, 2019

DO NOT 


Do not
tell us
what the

thing says.
Let the
thing have

its own
say. Let
it tell

us what
it wants.
Let it

growl in
its own
voice.



Wednesday, October 16, 2019

STILLNESS 


Sit very
still. See
the ghosts

of this
world, the
motion

of the
former
hawk, the

skitter
of the
eaten

mouse, your
father
walking

to the
barn, your
mother

in the
garden.
You see

what is
when seeing
what lingers.



Monday, October 14, 2019

WE ARE AS 


We are as
stones are,

mostly
without

love
and with

patience,
and both

waiting
the sun to

warm us.



Sunday, October 13, 2019

SADNESS 


Sadness
is not

when you
can't fly,

it's when
the birds

cannot.



Saturday, October 12, 2019

SOMETIMES 


Sometimes
it's the poet
who lets go,

sometimes
the poem.



Friday, October 11, 2019

PHILOSOPHY 


Philosophy
won't save you

when you are
falling off

the mountain.



Thursday, October 10, 2019

THE SUN 


The sun
does not
concern

itself
with us.
It has

its own
death to
think of.



Wednesday, October 09, 2019

THINKING OF LU YU'S ADVICE 


How to
get where

you need
to be?

Sit and
listen --

the rain.



Tuesday, October 08, 2019

THE COLD FLY LIVES 


Yang Wan-Li
tells of a fly
on a windowsill

rubbing its legs
together in
morning sun. Chance

sighting, he said,
but now that fly will
live forever.



Monday, October 07, 2019

WE COULD PLAY 


We could play
at poetry
the way men

play at war,
except not
blood shed, it

would be stars
lost to us.
Warring poets

would darken
the sky, would
lose the light

which brightens
us, and soon
we would be

as cinders
are, clinkers
in the coal

stove, burned out,
heat failing
our last breath.



Sunday, October 06, 2019

GIVE ME 


Give me
the plum itself,
cool and firm.

Give me
not the idea
of woman

but the warmth
between her breasts,
that sweetness.



Saturday, October 05, 2019

THE SOUL 


The soul
of the sparrow

is as grand
as that of man

in his
small world.



Friday, October 04, 2019

SOMETIMES 


Sometimes
in the weeds

a loveliness.
This moment

among all
the moments.

Rain when it's
needed. Tom,

stop wanting
anything more.



Thursday, October 03, 2019

IN THEIR HEARTS 


In their hearts
all poems are

morning poems.



Wednesday, October 02, 2019

WHERE WE 


Where we
think we
are is

where we
think they
will find

our bodies.



Tuesday, October 01, 2019

MARSH-HAWK 


Marsh-hawk,
I say.

The bird says
nothing

and flies
away.

I'm left with
wondering.



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