Thursday, March 5, 2015

All Ears

All Ears

The hanging around snow won’t let itself
be kicked out of the party

and in the tumbling rain becoming cactus barbs

the sharp, clear voice of a bird
pissed off but singing

Even the garbage truck’s cough won’t drown it out

Wednesday, March 4, 2015

Waiting Place

Waiting Place

The waiting place is sacred
because here there is only a stillness-until

You can opt not to move
or you can pace along the perimeter

but let the land help you

Let it push up into your mind
as a foot pushed down into sand

Your name will be said loudly into a room
Your train will show itself
The dusk will take one big step toward you
without asking

The future will become what happens to you
now but until then you can let the time out of the room
and hand over what you need

Tuesday, March 3, 2015

Let’s Just Say

Let’s Just Say

All meaning derives from earth

the name for dirt and for our shared house

and science is a metaphor for truth

as every metaphor is a metaphor for
the boundary of a body being breached
to let in what allows it to live

If someone asked me to point up or down
to indicate where there was more

some days I would point down
to the old old ankles of a big tree

and others I would gesture up and out

and know we are a sandwich on a plate

Is there more in this world
eaten or uneaten

Monday, March 2, 2015

Old Light

Old Light

The same light in three places
at once

the window the other window the floor

which shows
how generous it is with itself

and then the glossy back of the cat
settling into this puddle of light

I take it back
the same light in all places at once

even before I became a person

even after the generation not yet generated
further clutters these warm acres

Friday, February 27, 2015