Saturday, January 16, 2021
LOVE
Friday, January 15, 2021
THE FIRST MISTAKE
The first mistake
is finding
what it does,
and the second
is doing it.
You must keep
sinning when
it hurts too much
to stop.
WHAT HAVE I DONE?
Thursday, January 14, 2021
SOMEWHERE
Somewhere
an old silence
waits for me
to enter
the emptiness.
It is like
swimming naked--
the knowledge
you are
who you are
when you walk in-
to cold water.
It is not like
light piercing
a dark room.
NOVEL IN ONE SENTENCE
Wednesday, January 13, 2021
APPROACHING THE NEW YEAR
AS SULTRY
Tuesday, January 12, 2021
HARD-
THAT GIRL
Monday, January 11, 2021
SO, A SENTENCE
So, a sentence? Take
this fragment, that. Noun.
Verb. Who needs them, when?
This morning the light
make such questions un-
necessary.
SHARP / WIND
Sunday, January 10, 2021
WHERE IT GOES
LIGHT / LOST
Saturday, January 09, 2021
SIDEWAYS
Sideways,
like the coyote
along the river,
like light
from the far star
bent by our air,
like the girl
who turns and blushes
at love.
WHEN I SPEAK
Friday, January 08, 2021
CAN'T SAY
THE MOON
Thursday, January 07, 2021
THE SHAPE
WHY TREES?
Wednesday, January 06, 2021
THE POET
THE RINGING
The ringing
in my ears--
I realized
it's the stars
talking.
I realized
I should listen--
they speak of
many horses running,
they speak of birds.
Tuesday, January 05, 2021
THE SKY
The sky is
as still as
the silent
mountain. What
promise is
as blue as
tomorrow,
what hope comes
home to us?
THE NEW YEAR
The way the white
winter sun
moves its light
across the white
winter fields:
even a blind man
can appreciate
such spectacle.
Monday, January 04, 2021
SEASON'S TURN
Once again time entered
without knocking. Summer
turned to autumn before
we knew. We felt it
in our bones, another
year disappearing and
we didn't see it go.
The darkened house empties
and we burrow deeper
into shelter, a warmer
place to wait for this
winter which is left us.
THE HOUSE MOANS
The house moans
in this hard
wind. Winter
is a white
fury which
goes on and
on. We have
no way out.
We wait here
listening for
its anger
to subside.
When will that
be, the betting
man wonders.
When will our
endurance
be enough?
Sunday, January 03, 2021
DETERMINATION
How she pushes
into the world,
how she leans
into it.
You don't know
where she will
go from here,
only that
it will be
exactly
where she wants.
THE POET, / LIKE
The poet,
like the steel
guitar player
learning the licks
of all those who
came before,
and using them
in his own
chameleon
voice. It's not
stealing
when you make
them your own.
Saturday, January 02, 2021
REDTAIL FOLLOWS
Redtail follows
kestrel across
the grasses.
It's eat or
be eaten.
Don't look back,
someone says,
they're gaining.
HER BREASTS
Friday, January 01, 2021
THE OLD MAN
The old man
dances on gravel,
smoothing it
where flooding
washed out
the driveway.
He doesn't
know anyone
is watching.
His dancing
settles the world
anyway.
ANGELS
