Wednesday, September 30, 2020

RESURRECTION 


Resurrection:
we are

the stuff of
dead stars.



SLOW GREAT 


Slow great
blue heron

in the great
blue sky.

Where are we
going? Will

we know when
we get there?



Tuesday, September 29, 2020

DEATH IS 


Death is
a patient
merchant:

knows
we are all
buyers;

knows
no one else
is selling.



FLASH / OF AUTUMN 


Flash
of autumn.

The year
has gotten
away again.

I can't
go home

because I'm
already there.



Monday, September 28, 2020

A WEED IS 


A weed is
the flower
you don't want;

the desert
an emptiness
in your heart.



WHAT FILLS THE SPACE 

 
What fills the space
the light held

when the star burns
out and the last

of the brightness
reaches us?

That emptiness
then will be

eternal,
yes, as will

the silence when
love's last words

are finished.



Sunday, September 27, 2020

DO NOT FEAR 


Do not fear
the pain you know.

Already you wear it
like an old coat.



BIRDS LIKE 

 
Birds like leaves
on the autumn trees.

The world knows
its business.



Saturday, September 26, 2020

OUR TWIN 


Our twin
is the

dying
we go

into.



OF DEATH 


Animals
do not think
of death.

Oh, they know
loss, yet
they also know

everything
transforms.
The caterpillar

becomes
the butterfly.
The fallen

tree becomes
the earth.
All the rain

becomes
the ocean.
They have no

need to think
death is
more than this.



Friday, September 25, 2020

SO MUCH 


So much
nothing, a

concentrated
wish of

silence, an
experienced

emptiness, a
door closed

and secured.



CONSONANTS & VOWELS 


Consonants
are important

but you must
love the vowels,

especially
the awful

wide ones which
signal the end

of the poem
like a clasp

slowly closed,
then snapped.



Thursday, September 24, 2020

CANNOT BELIEVE 


Cannot believe
all this universe

is only here
just for us.



SUN THROUGH 

 
Sun through the trees.
Tiger stripes of daylight.

Morning yawns and stretches.
Afternoon waits.



Wednesday, September 23, 2020

THE LIGHT 


The light
goes

into the
darkness,

which goes
on and on.



BLACK NIGHT 

 
Black night
so dark

except for
northern lights

so bright
we could see

skid marks
on the asphalt.



Tuesday, September 22, 2020

SOUTH WOODS 


Wind in
South Woods.

The trees
speak for

themselves
and

sometimes
the cranes.



USE / ALL 


Use
all the
words

you love
in
every

order.
Some
of them

will be
right.



Monday, September 21, 2020

ALL THE 


All the
sudden

birds know
which way

to go.



JANUARY 31, 2019 


A stillness in the trees,
sun standing where it is,

a hard shrill silence in
the bitter cold, the whole

world waiting the crack that
marks the end of things.



Sunday, September 20, 2020

WIND 


Wind
from the west.
Finally

the world 
makes sense.



THE UNIVERSE IS 


The universe is
a pair of angel
wings. I have seen them.

The angel itself
is dark matter, of
course, which I have not
seen. See dark matter?

Don't be silly.

If you could see dark
matter, you couldn't
hope to see the wings.



Saturday, September 19, 2020

PERHAPS 


Perhaps
it is
the light
I write of,

perhaps
the darkness
I fear.



STREETLIGHT 


Streetlight falls
on the late night
grass like snow.



Friday, September 18, 2020

EVERY- 


Every-
thing shines

in crow's
dark eye.



WHERE THERE 


Where there are two
poets there will be

at least three
opinions about

poetry.



Thursday, September 17, 2020

NOT THE POET'S 


Not the poet's
knowing,

the poet's
knowing

he doesn't
know.



CROW 

 
What does
crow know

that he
cannot say?

What does
he say

that we
cannot know?



Wednesday, September 16, 2020

ALL THINGS 


All things
at evening

call to us.
We come

running from
darkness.



AUTUMN 


Where were
the flowers,

only wind.



Tuesday, September 15, 2020

IF WHAT IS 


If what is lost
returns as sorrow,

be strong and hold
the emptiness

as if a friend
embracing you.



WHO CAN TELL 


Who can tell
the moon
on the lake

from the lake,
from the moon?



Monday, September 14, 2020

SHINE 


Shine
of a jet
plane or

an evening
star. Salmon
sky as

day fades.
Loneliness
sets its

own tableau.
All we know
is nothing.

On the wind
some snow.
Bring what

night brings,
Lord. And
forgive me

the darkness
which bleeds
the light.



THE OLD MAN 


The old man
asks who

will steady
me in these

last days?


Sunday, September 13, 2020

WE ARE NOT 


We are not
what we think
we are

until we
dream: then
we are

what we are,
everywhere
at once.



THE SKY 


The sky moves
towards evening.

Soon there will be
only wind.



Saturday, September 12, 2020

EVERY MORNING 


Light like an
angel of air

or snowy owl.
The cold speaks

for itself,
says Winter,

says Turn back,
says Abandon

hope, ye who
would enter.



THE NIGHT WIND 


The night wind
wakes me.

I cannot hear
the rain.



Friday, September 11, 2020

GHOSTS OF SNOW 


Ghosts of snow
swirling above

open fields.
What they tell us,

something we
already know.



SUN 


Sun
among the flowers.

No one complains.



Thursday, September 10, 2020

UNDERSTANDING THE POET 


What is knowledge
and what wisdom?

What is that blue
and what the sky?

What the bush
and what the bird

which in it hides?



THE MOON 


The moon
does not think

before
kissing the lake.



Wednesday, September 09, 2020

CARE- 


Care-
fully
now.

This
word, that
one

mean
something.
More

than
we can
know.



LOOKING 


Looking at
the moon in

moonlight
one is

also
the moon.



Tuesday, September 08, 2020

IN A MOMENT 


          Some days
in a moment
     I stand

          among
the sweet grass hills
     tasting

          wind and
imagining
     the end

          of sky
where what we've lost
     gathers,

          where all
of our fullness
     abides,

          where all
things lifted lift
     again.



THE SURPRISE 


The surprise,
in waves, her

suddenness.



Monday, September 07, 2020

HEAVY TRUCKS 


Heavy trucks
head east, head

west. Where is
the center,

where the end
to this

madness?



GO TO THAT 


Go to that
dream world
where we live

another life.
Speak to the one
there who is

the keeper
of hope. Tell her
the light fades

here where we are.
Ask her for help.
Bring back to us

what she offers.
Hold it tight
all the way home.



Sunday, September 06, 2020

SUCH LOW CLOUDS 


Such low clouds,
the grey day.

An old friend
asks for you,

you go. Fog,
wind, miles, you

go. The years
fall away.



YOU THINK STONE 


You think stone
knows nothing
of death. Stone

has studied
death to death,
has hardened

to a cold,
lingering,
final hope.



Saturday, September 05, 2020

ANOTHER 


Another
day like

another
day is

another
way the

humdrum
drums.



WATER 


Water
may be

only
water

but it's
stubborn.

Ask rock.



Friday, September 04, 2020

SOME SMALL INSTANCE 


Some small instance, some grief or joy.
An image. A reflection.
A shooting star streaking across

the sky. A surprise, breath caught.
A chance meeting, a kind word.
The old man to put a hand

on your shoulder. Someone turns
and smiles. You feel loved and lifted
and you don't forget. What the world

is has changed. Or you are changed
and you carry that with you.
It is the lightest burden.

Un-do and re-do. Remember,
you can't turn but that you're turned
and you will never be the same.



HOW FAR 


How far
can the universe

expand
into the emptiness

when emptiness
is nothing

and there is
nothing

beyond it?



Thursday, September 03, 2020

LOOKING BACK 


And here is for
the one red-tail
I didn't mention --

The world seemed full
when I saw you.
I had no words

for one more bird,
yet I can't forget
your sentinel

silence. You are
a watcher as
I am a watcher.

I tried to speak
of you. It made
no difference

to you, though. You
were on duty.
Would that I could

endure as you do.
Would that I could
mean as much. So

long, my friend. I
will remember.



DEAD SKUNK 


Dead skunk.
The sadness

of life
lingering

near him.



Wednesday, September 02, 2020

TIME IS 


Time is the foam
on top of the water.

Eternity
is the water.



YOU WONDER 


You wonder when
the moment comes

will you take
death as a friend

and walk with him
or will you draw

back and have
to go alone?



Tuesday, September 01, 2020

AN EVENING'S SADNESS 


An evening's sadness.
The fireflies
flickering on and off.



EVERYTHING / THAT BEAUTY IS 


Everything
that beauty is
is sand and

gravel beneath
the Saharan
sun, the heat

which makes a
shimmering,
the djinns calling

as if to show
us more. I have
seen the torn

horizon bleed
at sunset,
then felt the cold

darkness
hiding what
we cannot have.

Everything
that beauty is
is sand.



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