Remember when we laughedin waves that started with our toesand scrambled higher to our belliesand still rose to suffuse breath and…
I am watching for the daymy eyes are lighter than my heart,when my feet usurp my brainand toss away its wild refrainof scrambling hiccups…
The birds have no business herebeneath the roar of chainsawsand mowers scraping blades into the earth.
These old patterns dance before my eyesand suddenly I sympathizewith every devil dancebehind my lids.
I am a thousand strands of yarnknit into the brightest daythat casts no shadowsnor reminders of thosebygone shades of graythat wrapped…
The greyhound frolics in grass grown too tallyet her graceful legsskim the tips of bladesas she zigs and zagsacross the margins of my…
If something rests uponthe other side of this tenacious planeand taps for entry, though we hear so clearly its refrain…
In peace, these blessings flow.In stillness, we reflect and knowthat we are not alone,only separated by the mortal planethat spans the…
In shadows we find lesser things than weand study formswe tell ourselvesshouldn’t be — for we can turnour backs uponthese quiet…
On tufts of time the small birds flyand catch the margins of my eyesas afternoon comes blowing inand sunlight settles deep…