#521. arbitrarily happy

December 31, 2011

it
is a
finished
year starting
now again every
moment greet the new

the river is still in its course today
she rolls softly and enfolds this string
in the multiverse with a quiet song now
on the open flow to whatever sea dreams us 
forward the river is still in its course wherever
it sings flowing open soft forward in string dreams

#519. thanks mom

December 29, 2011

feeling time
the river branches around 
all the ghosts becoming more and more
frequent riding the current down to the sea

#518. sixth element

December 28, 2011

for me
arbitrary time
another sweet starlit year
within the vast pale pearl moment
river smoke willow clay woven in the wind
within the vast pale pearl moment
another sweet starlit year
arbitrary time
for me

#517. traveller

December 27, 2011

time is the queen of forget
the night deep in bright dreams
flying thru time the past is divided
from tomorrow with adventures and meaning
barely to be perceived fog spiraling off the stern of now

past tired and sweet
dreams or nightmares can take me
as my bed and beloved enfold and hold me

#515. heart arrow

December 25, 2011

quiet town
the sound of the rivers
especially melodic and entuning
time is always sweetest in the morning
with you

#514. strung out

December 24, 2011

cold and still
in the canyons tonight
the wind pierces by the river
struggling with my simultaneous selves
all of my moments are lost until by memory
they are desired

your photograph with dhows lines of grey african water
looking deeper i read the charts of fleet admiral Zheng He
ancient curving sails sweeping through the Lamu Archipelago
re-attaching to the past we still sail without engines on this earth
small mariners bending sails through sand bars avoiding the hazards
wrack of storms shipwrecks pirates turning towards the horizon the same
as the present is more demanding than the past which makes it so seductive
that only beauty found in danger and tumult and joy and the dawn can keep me

#512. three eves before

December 22, 2011

eyes below the river path
between the detritus sculptures
catching fire on the narrow ledge there
the low murmured song of homeless seekers
after shelter after finding a way to occupy december
night tonight and all the nights through holy breath and death
all is unknown except this broken glass ornament

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