Tuesday, November 19, 2024

Living in Sky


Sitting on a hill

at the bottom of the sky,

the clouds and the blue

that travel with us

as we circle a star

that circles in a galaxy

that spins in an infinite void,

we feel in the grip

of something right,

something intense,

that slips away

as soon as we try

to get it down.


Let it be.





Thursday, November 14, 2024

Elsewhere

Knockanore Mountain, Ireland


          

Dissolving

into the calm

of sunset and mist,

I hold my breath

and listen,

the ocean inside

calling me back

to the cliffs

overlooking the sea.


Cliffs of Moher, County Clare, Ireland


      
      
(Top photo by Michael Cummins, bottom photo from the public domain)

Tuesday, November 12, 2024

A Trick of Daybreak



A trick of daybreak

caught us in the shadows

between gray and blue,

our slide almost complete

since Franklin keyed the storm,

nostalgic for the dark,

and soon to return

to whispers in candlelight.

We'll call it afterglow.




Wednesday, November 06, 2024

In a Country of Strangers

November 5, 2024


The field is fewer,

tall and leaning,

our shadows are long,

but we are small,

leaving the woods,

surrendered to sky

in the buoyant dim,

longing for reason,

slowly depleting

where all things succumb,

heaven vast and void,

if ever we all return.




Sunday, November 03, 2024

Early November

  
Paisleyed with frost

   

When the furnace awoke me

it was early November

but late in my life,

and lost in the dark,

I needed to steady myself.


This was the window,

Paisleyed with frost,

and that was the night,

Jupiter leering

in the black woods.


This was Pandora,

streaming New Age,

but the box

had been opened

long ago.


And that was my hand,

holding the pen,

touching no one.





Friday, November 01, 2024

Workshop of the Mind





Cellos at sunset

Remnants in jars on the shelves

Memories backlit




Sunday, October 27, 2024

In the Company of Oaks

Holding their leaves


In the company of oaks,

bright-bronzed and taller

than the lowering sun,

slow dancing in the chill wind,

last trees in the woods still awake,

holding their leaves

when most of the others

have turned themselves

into pillars of light,

the oaks holding their leaves

as if their lives depended on it,

sighing in honeyed light,

holding their leaves

close to their bones,

loving what is mortal

while they can,

and when the time comes,

letting it go.



—after Mary Oliver's In Blackwater Woods


Tuesday, October 22, 2024

In a Fallow Field

 


I waited

in the goldenrod field

bearded by autumn

mature and hoary

at the end of function

in the warming sun

I waited

and drifted back

into that dream

where my daughter

was not dead.





Sunday, October 20, 2024

The Earth Rolls Back



The earth rolls back,

the big red sun

sinks behind your ridge,

and you seem farther gone,

the valley blue between us,

deeper, wider with nightfall.


I watch it go down, I try

to empty my mind

in the failing light.

I do not know which to prefer,

the owl calling in twilight,

or just after.





—with a thought from Wallace Stevens



Saturday, October 19, 2024

Sundown in the Maples


 

Under a sugar

In my eightieth October

I think I know what's coming—

This world will become more and more beautiful

Until I can't stand it anymore

And vanish into it,

One with the earth in the end.



—with lines by D. Nurkse


Friday, October 18, 2024

Take Down the Sun


Take down the sun.

          Put it in your heart.

Take down the moon.

          Put it in your belly.

Take down the Big Dipper.

          Merge with the Northern Star.



— based on ancient Taoist texts, translated by Deng Ming-Dao


Wednesday, October 16, 2024

Spellbound

Mid-October. Click to enlarge.


By twilight and owlcall

we fell asleep on the porch,

side by side.


When we awoke

it was this life,

smelling of wet dog.