11/13/19




only when my eyes are closed        can moonlight flood the cave



11/12/19



my climb up winter, overtopping our trees :: a single speck in seething



11/10/19




to see a dark cathedral build itself :: to house the moon






what was once stripped leafless        dark beside my bed



11/5/19




a silent drum :: a darkened lamp :: more starlight than i can use



10/28/19

10/24/19




could the origin of leaves be autumn        and helpless falling



10/21/19




one tenderness lets me choose :: and the red pear breathe



10/14/19




in this world facing the loss of all water :: welcome each thirsty stone



10/12/19

10/11/19

10/7/19




last drops of rain in hands of a breeze        stirring what others need



10/5/19




how does one keep company        with a rose from the end of the world



10/4/19




for love of the house        our table is small






there will be a last rose        for whom the murdered ocean shall weep



10/3/19




let us kneel down with mountains        repairing the wind



9/29/19




when i die        to whom shall i leave        the one who lived here before



9/26/19




who has eyes        to feed the moon        from silence to silence



9/24/19




what is the name for shedding a leaf        and having no age



9/22/19




tree of heaven        will bleed from our hands        another moon






the waters in my bones know the sea by its breaking



9/19/19




shadow is the shortest route        to unexpected light






today i gave the seed for one dream        to another yellowing world



9/16/19

9/14/19




the whole of the earth becoming more perfect :: entering the sea before us



9/13/19




who will hear the sound of our rising :: from waters we've learned to breathe



9/12/19




does my heart grow old :: because the secret is not mine



9/11/19




in the milk behind your eyes :: live those who have one wing



9/10/19




i can do nothing else :: but the color of the word from the well



9/9/19




i look from the monarch without her wing :: into the mystery of sky



4/6/19




if you find a ripe moon on the ground :: may it happen to me



3/30/19

3/10/19




i was child
and a silver craft fell home
into nobody else



3/6/19

3/3/19




our eyes open in the afternoon
we see dusk
through falling snow



2/8/19





how much earth
            must i lose
                        to claim the moon’s white shoes



2/4/19





i miss the world
            mountains lost and lost
                        the ark unable to land



2/2/19





like soft thin pine leaves
            needled with frost
i sleep naked in the world







the dark in an open boat comes back
            whispering its need for life



1/31/19





a winter rose
in unfinished skies—
                                                where the raven hasn’t died



1/26/19





when i separate from my hands,
            said the water,
                        whose journey will be done



1/24/19





one grain of rice
                        (for many bowls)
the guest left behind



1/23/19





black wings block the black rain
            journey begins
anchor seeks a sail



1/22/19





the task of wandering
          across that scar in my heart
                        where new light falls



1/21/19





crossing the river above the trees
                                                           
                                                                        my flood raised to feather







late in our moon
and no
one
asleep in the barn



1/20/19





through ice works
            on maple buds—
                        —long walk to the sun







many times of being lost
            in place
like a lake between the waters



1/19/19




a child's cup of moonlight was the thread of my returning



1/18/19





something eternal
            worn down
                        to a man who believes he’s sleeping



1/17/19




my flaws drifting from stone to stone—becoming the white sky



12/29/18




in a nest shaped like death
      night lays its transparent eggs






the garden hardly seemed to breathe
      as i grew and it dreamed and we died






that star that fell up a crooked sky
      into the bed where its heart would stop



8/13/18




was wonderful
to come home
to the goldfinch you've been watching







one burst of leaf fall
ahead of me
that only i later i see as prayer



7/23/18





something all alone is near
            thus the mountains of my past
                        come true







the sounds of a sail
this day
i put on the sun