Sudden Stroke
had I known yesterday
how today
I would long for any part of any word
I would have sung three hosannas
Category / Poetry
A Candle Burning
When we light a candle,
we proclaim that together,
with the power of our humanity,
we will illuminate the darkness.
Threadbare
I am threadbare, worn and weary,
tired,
spent, with the cost of understanding.
Objects
from time to time become needy, call out for attention. The stereo drops
the left speaker in mid-song causing Dylan to withdraw even further into
himself. You peek behind the components rack–a hopeless tangle of
wires — tap the side of the preamp: What is it? What do you want?
The Eye
The eye… receives information upside down and in reverse, leaving it to the brain to
unscramble the mess. It’s unsettling since I’m not sure the brain can be
trusted . . .
Rowing Home
The moon is hidden behind the thick grey
but I know it is fully round and ripe up there.
I launch my dinghy and row out into the darkness
sighting my course by a big grey stump of a
Between the Worlds
It is night.
Morning will come,
but now, everyone I have ever loved
is sleeping.
In My Fiftieth Year
life begins calving
like the glacier calves.
Huge chunks breaking free and
giving in to saltwater,
Words
Words… once spoken, don’t dissipate, never to be heard from again. Most people
aren’t aware of this. Another thing is that words stick around pretty
close to home. Sure, they might shift about in the breeze, collect up
against the curb (we’re talking sound here, they won’t plug the drain),
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It is possible to move through the world
carrying messages to yourself
that you forget to open,