The Living Dark

Description

The Living Dark

Elk tracks cross the beach to the water at low tide and back to the black hole of forest slicing down to the ocean; beyond the spoil of illumination waits a living dark where boughs grow down to a matted under-story of water sound and insect a fertile darkness pulsing with imagination exiled by our devotion to brightness by our fear of all we refuse to know but will know one day when the fecund hollow reaches up into our shallow glimmer pulling us down to the uncertainty to the darkness to life.

Deep Root of Trees

Softly in the morning I approach you humble in the returning warmth. I come as stranger and lover without pretense each touch familiar yet evanescent as a bird. I come quietly without demand my prayer the hunger of the river for the deep root of trees.

Down This Street

The hint of yellow in September light, the first chestnuts littering the sidewalk, my heart beating after the run, then walking beneath the green cover of leaves in the last warmth of summer’s end; it’s taken so long searching for my own life what a nice surprise to come upon it suddenly down this street, this day, right here where I live.