dog days of summer

where you see one thing i see another 

depth where you see shallow 

generous to your narrow 

green to your grey 

hero to your callow 

you tease me with your pale colors 

amused by your coyote tricks 

while i smell the wolf 

and taste the winter 

of your summer 

there is no fool behind door #2 

no sycophant jester performing for the tools 

i see the glory while you see the grim 

sky blue to your idiot sublime 

waking up to your full cup 

again and again 

begin 

*there

grief 

lies in the shadow

untamable 

unnameable 

vulnerability alludes the tapping fire 

as wildness calls us to the salted Sun 

speaking in tongues of divinity against the structure 

of fear .... 

of summer ....

i step aside ---into the corner of this waking dream
surrendering all sense of self & line
you are voracious

blurred by shadow 
intent upon the breaking of the glass mask & tower walls
no weave of fabric holds
as your tongue circles my breath
the mandrake bores into the damp earth of waiting 
the blending fuck of scorched souls arches into a mandala moment
arched

pressed 

open  
chaos melts 
and fractal light bends into the surge of heat & primal ache 
quiver

moan & tangled  
air is sucked & held 
holding

holding

for the wash & rush of sacred water over the sharp & tattered edges 

from my corner . . .
i quietly watch

blinded by the borealis 

quenched  

by it's taste 

brief

 knee deep in saffron fields 

smelling of regret & acceptance 

I am all that has been within this sweep of hand 

of gaze 

of breath 

take your time

 Don't go about it all willy-nilly 

tie your shoes first 

(make sure you didn't forget your pants) 

masks no longer required 

(for the time being) 

deep breaths are good here  

take your time 

wear a light jacket - maybe that blue one 

open the door 

and 

two-step towards the street 

quick step quick step slow step 

pause 

deep breath 

look up to the waiting sky 

arms up 

leap towards the morning moon there in the West 

push hard against the Earth 

trust it 

PUSH HARD! 

trust the Earth to send you 

trust me to catch you 

      there just beyond that wispy white cloud 

I will catch you 

Of a dog

Concave lies the hole 

the missing 

the loss 

   too great to learn the topography of .... 

   too recent to fill with another 

Huck was a pup 

self's true companion 

unconditional 

unrelenting 

     love 

now 

    this invisible force 

this presence pressing 

i swear I just heard you shaking 

   your wet fur, your wee being there in the dining room 

just now 

Oh, how your missing creates such sorrow 

        see you tomorrow   

         

Prairie

What is this freckled landscape found here? 

     shadows & light scattered about the fields still fallow & fair 

sandhill cranes alight to prance flirtatiously 

     to eat, to rest under a northern wind - gray clouds appear 

dotted & dizzy seeking sun's glare 

                 Spring's unfolding graciously 

 

Bowing--rising--greeting each prairie day with silver wings 

    Oh! What ridiculous creatures we are compared to them ....

two-legged gasping wingless beings 

    striving & trying for such useless things 

Spring teachings