Tag: poetry
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Atonement
The winter was kind to the day lilies and goats weed this year. They burst wild showing off ambitious new roots. It was less kind to that little hinoki I transplanted in September. Alas, reckoning begins. I pluck it from the soil. Birds flit seeds where they may, freeze lines rise, fall, encroach, the sun…
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Nobody knows any more than ever
Why do you think it is necessary to visit me here, in my place of origin? Do you think I cannot reach you wherever you are? Must you believe in talismans? I admit doubt. I have wandered all over, as have you, and all I know is inside me, not here in this cave or…
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Why is the woman with the dreadlocks looking away?
It came to me in a flash as I saw your black body escaping past the marsh, the others turned toward me, running too, that you alone saw away past the mire perhaps a thing to fear, perhaps a deeper knowing, perhaps the future unraveling like a flower, or a tornado whipping us under. I…
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I heard the screen door slam
I heard the screen door slam in my head, not angry, just lazy — the workaday world suffocates in the forest, rootless, unable to press itself on its inhabitants. Hearing the slow creak of the rusted spring echo up to higher branches, mix with the bluejay’s caw, one might guess early morning, perhaps dusk. What…
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On poetry and knowing things
Today a child tossed a white stone into green water. As it sank, it turned pale green, then darker green until I could no longer pick it out from the green of the depths. At that instant, it disappeared forever. But you and I know better. We cannot deny its presence, its truthfulness. We mark…
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Intimacy
What I always wonder in a place like this is how many people have walked this ridge before, over how many centuries and what have they thought looking down, across, overhead into the trees, towards each other? What, that is different from my crowded thoughts right now? Where are you, earth? Someday, I will find…
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