Vespers

jo'b

Stopping to listen

To the evening's promises

Earth and sky music

The Search

jo'b

A haunted poet               

By the rising of the moon               

Walks the dying field               

Falling Back

jo'b

Wind huffs in the flue      

The woodstove ticking with heat      

We observe our thoughts      

Given

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

.

Tribal

jo'b

          The trees

          Do not object

          To being in this dream

          Unconcerned

          With distances and time

          Their roots entwined

Streaming Wind, Busy Sky, Flashing Sun

—jo'b

 Too long in the house          

The high art of October          

Just beyond the door          

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.

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)