Sunday, October 26, 2025

Good Company

jo'b


Give us then

the pleasure of the curve,

the smooth arc, the unbroken line,

the bend of the oval, the shape of the egg,

the flow of the day, the trajectory of our lives

as we orbit each other, innately in love with

our tangents and intersections, and with

 the heft of original minds, sailing

through an empty, spiraling

universe, ever smaller,

no less complex,

on our glide

into the vanishing point.

.




Saturday, October 25, 2025

Tribal

jo'b


          The trees

          Do not object

          To being in this dream

          Unconcerned

          With distances and time

          Their roots entwined





Friday, October 24, 2025

Streaming Wind, Busy Sky, Flashing Sun

—jo'b


 Too long in the house          

The high art of October          

Just beyond the door          





Wednesday, October 22, 2025

Early Morning Mist

—jo'b

Just after sunrise

hooded apparition

the bed still warm

the field strung with dew

awaiting your return

which always only just begins

not ready yet

for the full face of day

savoring this ache

the closest thing to love

I should have suffered more

when we were lonely

on this earth together

just before sunset.



Sunday, October 19, 2025

Lou Reed Considers the Universe

jo'b



Looking up through a beech tree

at the edge of a field

solitude enough

to consider infinity

and not find it ridiculous,

I mean all of it, everything,

infinitely small, infinitely big,

endless in all directions,

except for you and me,

baby.


Galaxy Messier 51, the Whirlpool, 31 million lightyears away. Stars are formed in its arms. As seen by the Hubble Telescope. (NASA)

Saturday, October 18, 2025

Universal Gravity

NASA


Astral friend, take care.

Attraction draws us closer,

Orbiting our star.




Friday, October 17, 2025

A Pure Thing




A love unspoken              

Like the light of the pointed moon              

Rising late and fine              



 

Thursday, October 16, 2025

The Woods




I went to the woods

With many questions.

Most were not answered.








Wednesday, October 15, 2025

Seven Cords

jo'b

Twang of the long spring

And the screen door's downbeat,

A choir of geese, loud and low

Above the baring crowns,

Mission rocker creaking oak

To hush this weary body down,

Woodshed filled for the dog and me,

So let the fall be done,

Coyotes yipping in the dark,

So let the winter come.




Friday, October 10, 2025

Spherical

jo'b


Nobody in sight, no road and no structure,

no right angles, no plumb and no level,

just a few flowing lines in fading starlight,

just a soft wind over unbroken horizons,

just you and just me in a continuous present,

no future, no past, immortal for a moment,

our brief eternity.




Thursday, October 09, 2025

Heating Season

October Moon    —jo'b

We belonged to the moon

and barely survived it

before they taught us

the iron distances of time.


Another winter comes around,

I wonder how you've changed.

Fiction flares in the dark.

I build fire, after fire, after fire.




Sunday, October 05, 2025

Just After Sunset

East


The Belt of Venus

surrounds us from the east

just above the rising shadow

of the earth

we believe

the beauty of the world

will sustain us

waiting in stillness

amid the reality of time