a life i lived before continues to turn. down and down

the same flight of stairs. repeatedly opening closed doors.

rhythms of unflowing time. the night of the fire never survived.

 

windy evening. colors too weary

to walk the world. stones too weary

to mount a wall. a poem washed in shadow.

 

rain spreads from the east. from the face in a window

where he might have lived. ages of dust fly from his hands.

dew falls upon  a faultless mountain.

 

 

loving each moonrise did not redeem life.

nor fishing a river after rain.

always an empty moment banging against the wall.

after miles of darkness, who wants it said?

 

beyond an open gate, hanging chimes.

cold gives birth to snow.

where will we go when earth returns to her home?

 

in that which is sown i have lived.

upon concave walls etched visions of life.

while birth stood near. held a branch of light.

 

how far is the reach of a flash of darkness

how can a tree without limbs guide the sun

doesn't milk mixed with night form blood