Day #17 - the matter of antlers

we hold the moon against the soft bone of days 

what longing is reflected there? what missing? 

what shattered porcelain sorrows crowd this moment? 

are we too broken or merely wrapped in gossamer marrow? 

can we not talk of hounds & wonder? 

look! there! we are gathered petals at last 

come! hold the sacred thread & place the darkness in the crystal to simmer & bind 

tides turn ghosts to familiars leaning leaning with their clementine desires 

oh friends! come! once more we hold in slender hands this ancient thread 

this strange wonderous thing 

          where we become white-silver 

of 'Gypsy and harlequin' 1947 by Remedios Varo

and 'And Then we Saw the Daughter of the Minotaur' 1953 Lenora Carrington 

Day #16 -- superposition

grebes tuka 

bunting & grouse 

herons 

cormorants 

blackbirds whistle 

there --

along the Ångerman where I have spent my entire morning watching 

a moose migration 

rustling along with wind & water determined & regal 

while --

out my window 

here -- 

a redbud trembles in full amethyst glory 

and the contrast between the purple and the sky and the moose leaves me tilted & easy 

a dog barks 

and the wind carries the laughter of children or swans from a playground 4 blocks to the south 

and I become the sky and it is home 

go-round (aka late to the party)

words stopped sometime in december ....

once the unstoppable 

now a popcorn tumult churning swirling pony riding 

swelling 

hiding 

amongst brambles of clouds & chaos 

they've gone for a drive 

windows down westward ho! 

fields april golden 

as the sky whispers its cerulean secrets 

i sit between the words & the walls of a westerly wind 

... waiting