Showing posts from November, 2017


What about Echo, How she pined, How she felt her love To the core But remained alone? That's how it goes sometimes. There is no return, But you love. You give. You have to. You feel it. And the breeze lifts, And it lifts Echo, And the breeze scatters her Hither and yon And she really is no more. What happens After all that Time of being sure Of nothing, And coming in to winter? Echo is gone, And it's all about Narcissus: His return marks The return to life. And Echo? She loves. That is everything. And good-bye to her Who once traded in hope. Forget hope. Right now is beautiful. It is enough. So be it. And so it goes. Find your gospel; Preach it. Better than that, though, Do this: Prefer silence and abide by it.

Changing Seasons

We grow distant From the sun. We turn away. Yet at this angle The light Is so intimate Illuminating ​ Every curve, fold, Wrinkle, vein, Every impression of time-- Elongating shadow​s, Leaving every fact of our lives Lit up. The earth is littered with such facts; I walk on them With a heavy footfall. Still, the sun on my face Claims and names me Like any one of these leaves. Distance, the sun says, Is an illusion. And it is temporary.


Slow and slumberous, Waves heavy with the promise Of winter and rest Course through water That claims sunlight And takes it deep Below the surface Where sea water stays warm, Wrapping itself around The sun’s light, Enfolding it Deep into itself, Depositing evidence Of its power At our feet In the fragments Of shells: Mysterious life Combining sand and salt and water With living light In a dance that turns and turns Spiraling upward Always upward To that source, To life, And giving it solid shape, However fragile. All of this makes me wonder What it means To be A simple organism.

Seven Deer in Fairfield

Seven deer One line Through the woods Hemmed in by the parkway Silent to me Through tinted double glazing Soft light, autumn Eastern Standard Time, Moving toward the sunset Soon. I follow.


Rocks: Do not resist them. Only go around And around and around... Eventually go over Go through Carry the rock away Atoms at a time Over time The soft space That replaces the rock Will respond to the light, To life And there will emerge In the still space One lily Crisp and white And open to the sun A small sun In itself Its yellow core Promising life again As the lily anchors itself To the earth. Only give it time.