In ordinary time
Dust stirs as I walk to your door, hat by my side. Long pond lies still, weeds bending, expectant. How …
Tag Archives: poetry
Visitation
Even the spires of milkweed bend over in the low tumble of wind through the prairie, dry reeds tapping hollow …
On counting cairns
Tomorrow my son moves back in bringing inexhaustible items in large clear sacks that swallow the floor like jellyfish claiming …
Nighttime flight to London
i. you call it an expanse but I see the rivers, no whitecap flecks, just warp and weft of current …
It is no wonder
Is it a wonder that I am more drawn to watching the birds flit than to reading your words, again? …
Buddhista 3
It is a miracle that you survive day after long day in the cold, under rain, through whining wind. Once, …
Buddhista 2
You sit on the stump of the old willow where last stood a luxurious swaying, deep shade for hot summer …
Buddhista 1
I will buy for you a cedar box, red, fragrant when rain falls, broad and steady, and plant it near …
What love could learn from fungus if it would only listen
I wish you could spread in that restless, vindictive, ambling way — to not be held back, to spew spores …
In the middle of the night
How you pull me down and up at once. In you I see ancient, raw days when I brought something …
