Sunday, January 31, 2021

THE SHINE OF CACTUS 


The shine of cactus
like trash in Texas.



IN SOME LANGUAGE (5) 


In some language
the word for silence
also means friend.



Saturday, January 30, 2021

WHAT 


What
you see

is always
more

than what
you see.



IN SOME LANGUAGE (4) 


In some language
the word for water
also means God.



Friday, January 29, 2021

THE SILENCE 


The silence
after we have loved,

an emptiness
that is full with us.



IN SOME LANGUAGE (3) 


In some language
the word for hunger
also means death.



Thursday, January 28, 2021

WHAT THE HAWK 


What the hawk
in the icy air

wants, it takes.
The mouse

has nowhere
to hide.



Wednesday, January 27, 2021

I HAVE REACHED / THE AGE 


I have reached
the age when
every line

might be my
last. What do
I want to

say? I want
to say I have
loved this world.



WINTER STORM 


Winter storm
comes in.

Don't think
snow

will cover
sin.

That's what
night's for.

Even crows
know.



Tuesday, January 26, 2021

THE HORIZON, SAYING 


The horizon, saying
high plains, distance,
the boy always

wanting more, mountains
in place of flatness.
This is what makes him,

this longing, the wind
in his face, the sun
always setting farther

out than he has gone,
his knowing there's more
than he has yet got.



HOARFROST 

 
Hoarfrost
on the trees,

angel wings
against the sky.

Someone
loves us,

even now.



Monday, January 25, 2021

WHAT WE CANNOT 


What we cannot see
in the dark night
of the winter storm is

the shape death will take
when it comes for us.



ENGINE 


Engine of stars,
bend of gravity,

raspberry taste
of the Milky Way,

light chasing
light. Isn't this

the mind of God?



Sunday, January 24, 2021

EVENING EASES 


Evening eases itself
into the house so gently

even the cedar
at the cold window

hardly notices.
The old man waits for it,

for darkness, and it comes,
singing.



ORANGE IS THE NEW 


Orange is the new
orange, a long, slow
sundown. Evening

is when everything
evens, when love
equals loss and

it seems worthwhile
to hope again
for another

morning, for
sunrise, orange
as a new orange.



Saturday, January 23, 2021

BREEDLOVE FRETLESS 


There is a darkness
in this thick bass:

I play and play it,
it will not come out.



HOW MUCH 


How much fire,
how much light

in the moment
it all lets go?



Friday, January 22, 2021

HEAVY SNOW 


Heavy snow.
In its stillness,

even the birds
retreat. I know

this light. I know
the way home.



LIKE FEATHERS 


Like feathers,
like fur,

the smoothness --
wind in

the grasses,
what the world

never explains.



Thursday, January 21, 2021

SOME SAY POEMS 


Some say poems are not
the point of the universe
yet the wind sounds along

with our murmured prayers
and the stars swing their light
onto the darkest heart.

There's much I don't know but
the certain, sweet taste of
iron in the morning air.



SUNRISE 


Sunrise.
Sometimes
it is
the sun
kissing
the earth,

sometimes
it is
the earth
kissing
itself.



Wednesday, January 20, 2021

THE TREES WILL TELL US 

 
The trees will tell us,
Stay, stay! They should.

It has taken them
so long to get here.



IN SOME LANGUAGE (2) 


In some
language

the word
that means

shadow
also

means light.



Tuesday, January 19, 2021

IRIS 


Iris grows wild
outside my window.

Sometimes I want her
to come live with me.



LET US BLESS 


Let us bless
her breasts--
such loveliness

in this world.
O let her
wahoo do

what she wants
it to.
Let her turn

towards me,
let her bless
in this moment

what we are
and what we are
about to do.



Monday, January 18, 2021

JANUARY 


January
enters the house,

its cold coat on,
its boots with snow.

You say Welcome.
You want to say

Good-bye.



ANOTHER SUNSET 


Another sunset --
the roughness
of winter darkness.



Sunday, January 17, 2021

A NEW YEAR 


Step through
the door

into
the cold.

The cold
steps through

the door
out of

the new
year's light

into you.



IN SOME LANGUAGE (1) 


In some language
the word for translate

means squeeze the sweetness.



Saturday, January 16, 2021

EVENING LIGHT 


Not the sound
of the train
coming through town

so much as
wind
bringing in darkness.



LOVE 


Love,
when my breath

is yours.



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? 


What have I done?
There, I've done it again
and that's not the end.



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 


Is someone
going to
land this thing,
he wondered.



Wednesday, January 13, 2021

APPROACHING THE NEW YEAR 


Edge of sky
breaking the light.

The wind is
like that, sharp.

The trees move
and do not

move back.



AS SULTRY 


As sultry as May,
the evening light
along the water.



Tuesday, January 12, 2021

HARD- 


Hard-
ly had

he loved
her when

he loved
her more.



THAT GIRL 

 
That girl
as sassy as
March wind.



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 


Sharp
wind erasing
the sky.



Sunday, January 10, 2021

WHERE IT GOES 


Where it goes,
it keeps going.

Where it ends,
it ends.

You decide
how it is,

how it will be.



LIGHT / LOST 


Light
lost among
the pines--

the shy ferns.



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 


When I speak
with the grasses

they speak
of something sweet.



Friday, January 08, 2021

CAN'T SAY 


Can't say
it is,

can't say
it's not,

this silence
in the

poet's voice.



THE MOON 


The moon
like a lighthouse,

always
a lighthouse.



Thursday, January 07, 2021

THE SHAPE 


The shape
the poem
takes,

the bones
of what
it means

but does
not say.



WHY TREES? 


Why trees?
So much sky,
So many birds.


Wednesday, January 06, 2021

THE POET 


The poet
raises
his eyes.

The poem
rises.

It is as
easy as
that, paying
attention.

It is
that hard.



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 


Her breasts
as if

love is
always

like this.



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 

 
Angels, these
birds which wait
out winter.



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