Saturday, October 31, 2009

The Other Side

The Other Side

I feel comfortable when
I take responsibility for
my own well-being, and
see through to the other side
of an experience:

I can protect myself, and
if I fall down, I
can either pick myself back up
or make a comfortable place for myself
on the ground.


(10/31/2009)

Sunday, October 25, 2009

The Moment

The Moment

I remember a day (well,
really, lots of days) like this
Feeling I've got laundry in the dryer
And I'm lying on my bed in the next room
Listening to some music.

You'd rented us a condo
on the coast, and
Picked me up from work—
It was a sweet surprise gift,
I felt, for the both of us.

Cozy and nice, it was just we two
alone, away from all the rest:
Our own gentle world.

I think there's poetry in this,
the poetry of living in the moment,
With laundry in the dryer and
Us two lying on the bed in the next room,
Listening to some music.


(10/25/2009)

Wednesday, October 21, 2009

Surrounded

Surrounded

I step across a field alone,
as bent
And tossed tall grass abreeze the world around,
Made amber-rust by hard and sunny days.
I walk
surrounded by late summer hues.

As acrobatic dragon-flies nearby,
Hunt
two or three, surprise by angles' speed,
Half drunk, half keen, their territorial chase
I watch,
then pass them by on my own way.

I find
no thing, just grasses' drying stalks – and:
Time is th' entombment of this bodily Being.
A palpable force, we must contend, and join
Each,
cut by moments, exceeding weight or wind.


(10/21/2009)

Sunday, October 11, 2009

Ubi sunt?

Ubi sunt?


I lonely wander meadow ruts where
Cobble rocks and soil trace forth
And stop me now at water's edge,
All steps before led to this point.

The steady breeze lifts up the pond, a
Cool tone wafts on endless breath, as
Rhythmic ripples tap the rocks, yet
All songs voiced presaged this sound.

Birds coast and fly the dusk's approach.
The water's dark beneath their feet
And noble hilltops fringe the trees.
All souls to now purchased this sight.

The sky lets blue and green on waves,
And gold is the sun on the foam.
I sit upon a shelf and peer:
All life to now was worth this wait.


(10/11/2009)