Tag: poetry
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Fear and hope are like two wings of a bird
Today I woke up afraid, hope struggling to be born on this very brink, for my sons, for my city, for my unborn grandchildren (who may choose to never come forth, so unpleasant are we), indeed for my world — for all that is prized, hard fought won conceded cherished revised overturned allowed to decay…
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Be it ever so
The light that morning came through a crack in the ceiling with me squatting over a pool, fed by some endless spring running far under ground, unseen, always present. The water made images of our faces flat with shadows, asked us to pause, fed us with wonder, perplexity, confusion, hope, disconsolation. I rose as always…
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In the sea
Sometimes, my wife thinks she is still a saber tooth. I call to her to come back and we rock slow, to and fro, in the sea of here and not here. She turns to quiet me, to make me believe, and I lie that I do in our unquiet sea. Shifting away again, she…
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After a long hot afternoon in the city
cooling breath tumbles across acrid plain presses away heat steaming concrete mental stagnation of shuttered windows, locked doors grass no longer sticks that way or browns, wilting crisp all the relief of life, a sometimes song, rolls in every direction awakening the lake white tips to horizon prairie, swaying sea up into sky encircling earth
Poems from in between 