Tuesday, June 30, 2020

MAKE TIME 

Make time
for silence,

he says.
The world

needs more
of it.



THE MONK / ACCEPTS 


The monk
accepts

that the
mountain

is the
mountain.

Even
the stars

believe.



Monday, June 29, 2020

IF THIS 


If this
is not

poetry,
this is.


SIMPLE-MINDED / POET 


Simple-minded
poet, they say.
Reciter of

bald fact. Giddy
babbler. He
hears them. They

want him to
do something
he can't, to

speak what they
call great truths.
His madness can't

see large things,
only the small
matters -- dirt

on his hands,
the long lay
of light in

later afternoon,
the sweetness of
the autumn grasses.

Such are what
he knows; such is
what he can say.


Sunday, June 28, 2020

Duck, duck, goose 


Duck, duck, goose
in April snow, voters
casting ballots.



PREPARING FOR THE FAIR 


Long-haired girl
out walking

a pig. Tap-
tap on this

shoulder, tap-
tap on that.

There they go,
rehearsal.



Saturday, June 27, 2020

THE SOURCE 


The source
of her

mystery,
always

where she
turns back

upon
herself.



Friday, June 26, 2020

ADDRESS 


Address
the naked

loveliness
naked.

Seize
the day.



CRANES 


Cranes
the color

of the worked
field. Less

or more
will show them.



Thursday, June 25, 2020

THE MORE 


The more
you say it

the less
it means.



ANY MORE 


Any more green
silence on this

grey day? Even
the wind relents.



Wednesday, June 24, 2020

PALE / AS 


Pale
as a red-tail
in autumn,

November
sky.



HUNGER IS 


Hunger is
the other

way to think
about death.

There are, of
course, those who

would argue.



Tuesday, June 23, 2020

WHAT WE KNOW 


What we know
of wonder is

already
in the heart.



EVERY SPRING 


Every spring,
the flowers,

their hope
our world

goes on.



Monday, June 22, 2020

WALKING 


Walking,
the stretch of it--

happiness
like sex

in the morning,
like the joy

of knowing.



STORM 


How much hope
can we hope

before the sky
undoes us?



Sunday, June 21, 2020

A PROMISE 


A promise
like water

finding
its level.



OVER / THERE 


Over
there is

silence,
and there

is sorrow.
In between,

my heart.



Saturday, June 20, 2020

A BREAKFAST 


A breakfast
of eggs and sausage,

a wife to kiss
good-bye.



GREY WATER 


Grey water
with grey sky.

Another
day breaks the

sun's promise.



Friday, June 19, 2020

SAY IT 


Say it means
good-bye, the sky

gone grey, gone
the color of

autumn sorrow.



WHERE THE WIND IS 


Where the wind is
is where the wind was.

That's the nature
of discovery.

That's the nature
of hope.



Thursday, June 18, 2020

NOVEMBER RAIN 


November rain,
again. The trees

have nothing more
to say. The sky

has the only
answer we get.



BIRD OR SHADOW 


Bird or shadow,
cloud or another

kind of darkness.
Sounds of wind, water.

The singing of
each naked thing

finding its way.



Wednesday, June 17, 2020

CROW 


Crow in November,
still bringing on the rain.



AUTUMN WIND 


And all that
flies
flies
off from us.



Tuesday, June 16, 2020

NOT SO FAST 


Not so fast,
morning sun.

November's
deceit turns.

Loss is loss.



Monday, June 15, 2020

NOT LIKE DAWN 


Not like dawn
or dusk, the

suddenness
of it. All

the autumn
leaves falling

today, all
their blessings

lost. How to
tell you more

than that in
wind like this?



DRIED STALKS 


Dried stalks wait
the winter

wind. Snow will
grace their

beauty, then
bury them.

None hopes
for more, yet some

remember spring.



Sunday, June 14, 2020

THAT WHICH PASSES 


That which passes
is lost until

the stars conspire
to end it. Then

everything
that was will be

in that moment,
compacted, and

darkness will know
how much is gone

and how little
is left to hope.



THE WORLD HOLDS 


The world holds
what the world

holds but it
cannot hold

everything
so the trees

let go and
wind takes leaves

and light takes
the darkness.

Joy sends sorrow
down the road.



Saturday, June 13, 2020

THE CHILL MEANS 


The chill means
autumn, means

winter is
not far off,

means the world
is what it

is in this
moment, this

all we have.



THE DOVE TAKES 


The dove takes
sudden flight
and disappears

into the sun.
There is nothing
it doesn't know

of this moment,
except that
the past has

already come
and tomorrow
is not promised.

To be so blessed.



Friday, June 12, 2020

THIS WALKING HEART- 


This walking heart-
beat. Is it enough

to wait, patient,
while the world comes

to its senses? Is
it enough to hope?



OLD POET 


For all his love
of holiness

he was not a saint
but a scoundrel

like the rest of them,
a common poet

who put words first
and loved the stars

and didn't think
much of heaven.



Thursday, June 11, 2020

SHADED GREY 


Shaded grey,
a dull sun

behind it.
Autumn leaves.

Whatever
stays now wants

to be here.
Even wind

in these trees,
loving them.



LONESOMENESS 


Morning's
lonesomeness,

not the sound
of the dove

but the O
lost from joy.



Wednesday, June 10, 2020

BIRDS 


The big birds
and small ones,

the weed birds
and beauties,

God's creatures
on the wing

to wherever
heaven is.



POET 


The wind walks with you,
whichever direction

you want to go,
and brings with it

what you need. Listen.
It tells everything.



Tuesday, June 09, 2020

ENOUGH 


Enough, he says,
when wind fills his

breath, when the sky
roars, when the birds

stay low. Wisdom
is turning where

the road goes.



CLOUDS SCRAPE 


Clouds scrape
at the sun-

shine. Autumn
wind bites.

The world tilts
and the season

turns with it.
What we know

of darkness is
its promise

of the light.



Monday, June 08, 2020

HE WALKS 


He walks. Wind
walks with him.

The gods break
loose. From here

to hell, his
happiness.



IS IT 


Is it
evening
forgiving

the sun,
or the trees
forgetting

what the wind
has done?



Sunday, June 07, 2020

YES, LAUGH 


Yes, laugh at him,
the old man who

loves the world
too much. Love

is a laughing
matter for him.

Listen: God is
laughing too.



SO THE GREY 


So the grey
comes in and
covers us

as if
morning is
evening and

the end is
beginning.



Saturday, June 06, 2020

ONLY SO FAR 


Only so far, then
the wind turns

cold and turns me
back. Letting go

is a morning chore
I don't do well,

despite the practice.



WALK THE SLOW 


Walk the slow
loveliness.

The world will
come with you.

You see, touch,
listen. You wave

to a neighbor.
Even the wind

kisses this
stillness.



Friday, June 05, 2020

LANDSCAPE IN WINTER 




Winter trees.
The cemetery's snow.
A pale silence

until the wind
blows through.



THE LAST/FLOWERS 


The last
flowers

where frost
has touched

them, the
paleness

of their
autumn

patience,
sweetness

in their
dying.



Thursday, June 04, 2020

ALL MORNING 


All morning,
wind against

the house. Winter
birds hidden

in their bushes.
The grey fields,

the grey sky.
Grey sorrow.

Hawk in his
tree, speaking

to death, death
speaking back.



LEAF BLOWER 


Such sound
that tears
the silence.

Let loose,
O Lord,
your wrath.



Wednesday, June 03, 2020

THE SHADOWS 


The shadows
at the end

to whom my
father talked,

in the chair,
the corner

by the door.
Those shadows,

the kindness
of death.



SUN LIKE/AUTUMN 


Sun like
autumn

leaves on
wet ground.

Someone
walks here

who loves
it now,

at this
last

moment,
someone

who will
endure

another
winter

for one
more day

like this.



Tuesday, June 02, 2020

JUST AN EVENING 


Just an evening
in April and a car

passes, same car
as always. The village

stutters when it
comes to change.

Always the same
is what we want,

same car, same wind
in the trees, same

darkness and sorrow.



WHAT CAME 


What came
before

the same
as what

comes
after.

Loss is
still loss

when it
returns.



Monday, June 01, 2020

LONE GOOSE 


Lone goose. Grey sky.
Where has the snow
gone? And why?



DISIN- 


Disin-
tegra-

tion, the
mind fails.

You watch
as it

happens.



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