#521. arbitrarily happy
December 31, 2011
it
is a
finished
year starting
now again every
moment greet the new
#520. the river has no doldrums
December 30, 2011
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
#516. first you address the bed
December 26, 2011
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
#513. jihaazi (from a photo by mk
December 23, 2011
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
