Dialogue
I hear you call my name
I cannot bear this night
I must have my dialogue
to know where I continue
where future meets past
I have a spark
tell me you see it.
The stars reach down
and speak
diamonds and rubies.
Mockingbird
I laughed inside
all the way to sleep
when the rain came gently
and obnoxious funny bird
still undaunted loudly
called everything
he’d ever heard
day played over
even a cat, a train, a frog
such a thing
is faith I think
remembrance
in the dead of night
looking at all sides
of that other reality
daylight.
Cool and Hot
My heart is in my throat
a flock of starlings
soar overhead at dawn
then it snows
how it fills
the evergreen memory
with fluffy lightness
thrown at us.
Cool my hot eyelids
here on stupid earth.
Ocean
Deep dark forest
even in just twilight
kudzu falls over trees
as thin layers of lace
make trees into
one sculpted shape
a mass of green
in the darkening air
the landscape knows
just beyond that ridge
an ocean roars.
Up over the ridge
and we break out
of the world
the stars blaze down
on a dark blue
night ocean
elation and fear
of that mysterious
moving beast
and its rhythmic roar
dawn in us.
This Grove of Trees
There is a wide circle
I am surrounded by it
and it is filled with silence
each day is a documentary
I consider what is growing
how to make my life sweet
the slant of morning light
the complaint of crows.
I will slowly turn moments
turning towards a breeze
suddenly
nothing has changed
but it will
love and honor this
for I was born to love
even to disregard blue light
as great engines
slowly suddenly pass by
this grove of trees
shaking the ground
while I stand still
knowing this grove of trees
that I am here knowing
this grove of trees
was once not forgotten.
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