In This Room
only to discover
in this unnoticed room
with blank paper
and knowing glance
your very own self
Hands and Feet
and the honor
of leaving on the tide
when the pull of moon
becomes too strong
for hands and feet
Rare and Precious
She’s a gift you see
rare and precious
like wild grass
or heron in flight..
Renewing with Hunger
Hidden away in the mountains of Tibet
monasteries with chanting so deep
layers of stone shift and change,
mountains awaken
Returning to Life
What to do
returning to life
after triage and repair,
no bullet to the head
or wreck on the highway
but a death for the soul..
Like a Rock
Old and slow like a rock for my family on the broken scree of a sliding slope, I lay down aching and wake with a groan, as I hold my gut and let voice drain the painful feeling. I always wanted to mean more to them; perhaps this is how, by knowing the earth of […]
Comrade Beloved
Nothing will surprise you if not today, the sudden appearance of a star, music from a nearby tree and the pulse beating like a drum on blue rivers beneath the skin. Below the pavement, into the night sky, and within this body, comrade beloved, shocking the universe with wide eyed attention.
Healing Dark
Months gone seasons pass, autumn light spring preparing, shaman’s blade bile extracted, nerves spared laser piercing, cells removed father freeing, past and future wisdom singing, chorus softly darkness healing, life rewoven new beginning.
Into the Night
Into the night air and winter sky of bright light on ebony, I finally exhale, feel my body settle and guts shift to match the soul, beckoning wordlessly into the uncharted. Windswept trek over towering passes etched in stone, finding faith in the green that awaits.
Precious Heartbeat
I freed the slaves, the ones I’ve chained to my inner plantation, the shadow ground tilled with fear of wrong doing. The harvest of insecurity I continued to reap by keeping chattel in irons forged with accusation, the hammer and tong of lies and betrayal, ancestral bitterness locking their images in a recurring nightmare. Then […]
Child of My Age
Sun is down in its winter home, barely visible above naked branches, the valley without rain for the first time in weeks. Dry and bright, the day opens and I meet it, worn places flaking off like decayed skin, and beneath the roughage something pink and new. A baby born from an old man like […]
Root Cellar
for Bob Weaver Gunnysacks cover the winter crop, the root cellar dry and warm in its burrow; outside the sea lifts in the driving wind, the long arc of sand shaped and reshaped by the fierce hand that forms the air and lifts the gulls in one motion. Part of me wants to lay down […]
Within Great Stones
On a trail down to the hidden cove and one along the mountain river, the brown earth and rolling sea spoke to us the way they did. I listened and hoped, later pounding grief into sand, giving ocean back her tears, blaming myself for the web, soft and wet, that bound me to what hurt […]
Tendril of Desire
One day past solstice with enough sun to spark the hardened seeds of faith buried in winter against cold and loss, porous only to light’s slightest undulation, the naked tendril of desire daring to uncurl in the dark.
Quietly Among the Stars
On mornings years ago I’d walk dew soaked grass looking to the winter stars, feeling in the vast dark and cold wet ground a rooted life I took for granted. I keep that with me in the smell of morning as I look to you in the grace we know above December’s earth, making a […]