Friday, May 28, 2021

(paused)

grab the tail 

comet up! 

maple's whirligig a-light 

canopy of green delight

drenched in spring honey whisperings 

nothing belongs 

nothing is too much 

when traveling 

at the speed of emptiness





from a window on davis avenue

waiting watching i remember from such an early age 

peering out into the darkness to sorrow's tucked in far off corners 

a knowing unknowing pressing pulling of stars  

unlit 

needing more 

wrapped in flannel 

wrapped in pink guidance quested unblinking 

sureness of a valley lost to views earthly tangle 

rest becomes a tempest of strange seeking 

or 

being sought amid the shadows 

caught 

at morning's radiant beaming bright 

meadowlarks wake the wonder of each & every color 

while rows & rows of iris bloom magnificent 

under a moon 

who remembers the night ....


Thursday, May 27, 2021

rise

one moment to mark the line between what was 

what is 

hands nesting 

seeking refuge from emptiness & fullness

now tangled in cottonwood 

patterns of 

moonlight 

we become another--untorn unbroken 

as peonies at daybreak 

wear me like sweet blue silk and I will sing you free 


Wednesday, May 26, 2021

the tall grass

 nebraska skies are cloudy 

with weather on the way 

you call and wonder if i heard that song 

though three years have passed 

though it's actually four

but three feels saner somehow 

and i answer as if it was just this morning from 

a fancy elevator in switzerland 

you called to say you loved me more 

and the room gets draped in shadows grey 

as the dandelion sun hides away 

at only four 

i'm sitting on the dining room floor 

breathless 

lifeless 

though my blood is singing against bones too fragile for may 

silence is sex & water 

lifting to sorrow's fields golden and

wishing 

for more of the things not asked for 

love is found in the corners & the contrast 

of rosemary and leather-honeyed tongues 

have i heard that song 

of course i have 

on a concrete loop amidst the blue of my days 

he tells me all the things i want to fall from your lips 

things you've whispered over lines & skin 

thru dreams dark with dust & power 

he says the lines of every song 

though it's only four 

there's some fragment of memory lodged in the feathers of this spring 

holding a foolish cloudy wonder 

with weather on the way 

rain always brings you home 

and i'll answer the door 

like it's only four 







Friday, May 14, 2021

pausing for an hour here

 this place 

that stings as three blue jays fly overhead 

each movement swollen with clouds 

rain comes 

later 

after it grows quieter 

stingier 

sharp not sharp 

this place 

am i hollow or have i merely become a cloud 

dense with vapor cooling 

cooling 

are my eyes open or closed against the lack

of sun 

where are the birds now? 

here -- feathers tucked against my breastbone 

holding their quiet breath 

becoming clouds 


Tuesday, May 4, 2021

chapter two ~ missing

 what is this place? 

this bardo of quiet

this palest endless plain 

every direction looks the same 

every breath electric 

broken 

searching for some token 

necessity 

apology 

where does the love go now? 

in this realm of quiet ... 



Monday, April 26, 2021

when it smells of rain when no rain is forecast

 it smelled of rain this morning 

through the darkness of an open window before dawn 

there it was 

that heady remarkable scent 

riding rising on the south wind 

opening cracks between time & need 

sticking there to pull 

to draw one aside into a well of 

morning wonder 

no forecast of rain 

only sun & warmth 

by the time the sun rises 

the smell has become a cardinal song 

and I have returned ...

smoke rising after the bonfire

to tell you of the sweep of sensations that take my breath these days 

how the green of grass carries a deeper green 

the sky is vaster 

the heart beats faster 

to tell you of opening the blue jar of multitudes 

-- their colors -- 

shapes -- 

and the weight of dust & shame 

-- relieved 

removed -- 

and

how loss cuts sharper 

longings departure 

wish I could tell of the sweetness of small hands 

and the brilliant love thrumming there 

(but you probably know that)

how as the sun breaks thru the west windows it 

brings 

a radiant moment's prayer 


look at how the wind scatters the blossoms of the apple trees 

to tell you ... 


 

Thursday, April 22, 2021

there and back again

 capricorn rising to a gemini sun

lake begotten overdone 

misplaced nuture 

storylines 

telephones & tomato vines 

daffodil streets 

white bread homes 

hopscotch across catholic bones 

be seen not heard 

between expectations 

palomino horse transformation 

deer visit amid winter's hesitation 

no mud 

no lotus 

perfection unknown 

grey sky morning 

coming home 




Thursday, April 8, 2021

reflection across two parallel mirrors

 the striations run east to west 

or perhaps they are west to east at this time of time 

all i know is the light pierces me 

seeping into my bloodstream 

following the pull of the trembling gravity of this moment 

light 

quarking & fracting & splitting into channels 

to 

land in my heart of a thousand suns 

to

carry the sky within 

Monday, March 22, 2021

at eight o'clock on a grey morning

 sitting next to the last dog 

drinking coffee against the dawn 

i suddenly become rain 

coming on softly 

then thunderous 

as birds sing of this promised day 

grey velvet spring 

Wednesday, March 17, 2021

breathing

 turn the corner 

     over the shoulder 

     the woolen weight of impossibility ribbons the sky 

turn the heart forward 

toward the sun of love 


Tuesday, March 16, 2021

279 1/4 hours ...

 how to convey the vast grey evermore of a 

nebraska sky in march....

swallowing morning's despair, longing 

and earl grey tea 

stillness 

comes after rain 

follows the trail 

to take you home to golden fields & sandhill cranes 

golden golden 

pierce me and leave me whole 



Wednesday, March 3, 2021

parts

 These parts sit in a yellow jar upon a wooden shelf next to an open window 

there is a elementary blue flower on the jar 

I don't really like yellow 

but there it is 

dust motes have settled around & on 

as

I don't open it anymore 

surrender is in there smelling of summer grass & garden soil 

under a gazebo at midnight 

also ecstasy 

and love 

I suppose 

though it is hard to separate that from the birds 


Wednesday, February 24, 2021

the fallowing year

 stay the hand 

stay the heart 

door ajar 

the window sash 

words dormat as crocus quiet 

the fallowing year 

behind yet still silent 

each sweeping second 

memories drench 

this fierce & fragile mirage set 

as sparrows and chinook breezes 

melt the snow 

pulse the breath to passage narrow 


new year's wonder glow 


the wind picks up

 lenticular clouds mark the blue 

altering hours to silver passages 

tucked between oak branches & distant highways 

sleepy grows the morning as pine siskins follow the sun 

allowing the richness of corners & dust motes to beckon 

the stars 

Tuesday, February 23, 2021

whispers

 carved ring of wood black 

summer green grass 

horses & tumbleweeds 

of first snow smell 

handfast 

pressed to stars & rivers path 

the wonder of heart to night 

flesh to air cold with winter's snap 

sliding thru the inbetween 

time tumbles marbles on a sidewalk 

sixty years on 



Sunday, February 21, 2021

february

 through a lens polished by a winter's sun 

one finds an imprint of death traced upon skin grown accustomed to solitude

lacquered by sixty years of summer cherries

and hope 

Oh what wonders lie just beyond this day

tucked into time & stars & the smell of blue 

what remarkable brilliance rests alongside the cut 

so sharp the angle of winter light 

deceivingly soft the drifts of snow 

weary the day 

dark will be the night 

following the brightness of this winter sun 

Saturday, February 6, 2021

how a winter sky takes you up


a Winter sky takes you up 

beyond your bones & weight 

to ride upon the timeless wings of cranes 

and other feathered things 

as snow slumbers the earth towards an unchained 

Spring 

I am weightless 

unbounded 

wrapped in a cold that cuts 

and smells of striving & light 

marveling in the quiet of streets 

and forgiveness