From This Day Forward

From this day forward
the landscape unknown –
no map, no signpost,
no tradition repeats;
Earth herself a carapace
shaken and shed
by inner truth
into the embrace
of the stars.



The Lion Waits

The lion in me waits
hungry for unseen light,
gnawing on the hollow bone
of dreams, gathering strength
from a river beneath the earth.



Born Again

The warranty said limited life

but it is summer,

my daughters are here

with their own children

and I’m still alive, rising

with the sun like vapor

from dew soaked grass;

the ancient river always new

descends to an unseen ocean

as I gather and hold these days,

born again with the soft voice

of a three year old, crossing

the porch in her shiny red boots

to say good morning.











Across the Great Distance

Winds gust from the south

pushing the flood tide

into gravel reaches,

soaking the stone feet

of an ancient rock wall

with images carved

by all that’s gone before,

vigilant in what is yet to come

and from this place between

past writ and future dream

I call to you, joining us

across the great distance

with all the desire of rock and sea

to be alive in just this moment.