4/27/24

4/26/24

 



stranger things come to pass than standing in line for time




4/25/24

 



full of the useless

yet i pull a few weeds

study knots on the faces of trees




4/24/24

 



warm sun on an april stone no heavier than a spiral




 



witnessed by watery light that is never not here

you shall appear and reappear

and i shall awaken




4/23/24

 



wash peace from your words

launch a maelstrom

walk through the split in your soul




4/22/24

 



like something yellow you would do :: daffodil




 



blood in the river

blood in the breeze

the safest place to be is lost




4/20/24

 



apple blossoms weighted

with snow

they ask me where we are going




 



thinned by mist

the mountain grows tired

grass quietly eating rain




4/19/24




snowflakes :: staying in touch after death



 




the long sentence of the voice at three in the morning, blameless



 

4/18/24

 



o keeper of darkness, don't we walk into life through parallel doors




 



a man breaks down, but i don't speak about the weight of the stone




 



the cherry blossom

you held out

was you




4/15/24

 



wind blows my fingers off

            small fossils

free of mind




 



            emerging

from a random sky

      a withered tree




 



a child and his face

have all the light

            the sea lies flat




4/14/24

 



five monostich:


the long limbs of human light ascending


a face without eyes the moon spills its sand


an audience reading around the desk of solitude


empty chairs in a cornfield a birthing begins


coming home to the guardian stone




4/13/24

 



an old rain is staring out the window

high in the winter trees

my garden has built a nest




4/11/24

 



within an earlier melody

unknown outside the dream

are the lands i am and will learn to perceive




 



whose expanse of lake is sane enough

to receive the grace

of winter geese




 



being asleep while two calling owls speak the language of night




4/10/24




            rain's rhythm

dawn chorus

            the river begins




4/9/24

 



afraid of the eclipse :: i was right to be




 



droning engines die

                wind sound

                               vast




4/7/24

 



death of the sun

            tomorrow, eclipse

                        shadow of man, of moon




 



blue-green lichen

            on rain-darkened trees

                        journal of dreams




4/6/24

 



in the last car of the train

            nodding asleep, holding the way home

                        open




4/5/24

 



a rainbow 

            to end the day—

three journeys in last night's sleep




 



three monostich:


dreaming snow last night in different lives


the same bed years apart restored from ashes


small beginning dropped in the night in the soil




4/4/24

4/3/24

 



no mountains here

            —what is higher

than thunder




 



geese flying

            a pair—

no gazing at the sky




4/2/24

 



in a sweet scented breeze

            i don't know

whose petals