vast sun drenched reaches
of oil soaked sea
filled with tightening death
which sounds our species’ dirge.

shout microbes!
shriek reeds!
scream humans!
stink corpses!

do you feel the pain?
a disturbance in the force?
will it wake us up?

#289. gulf poem

June 10, 2010

distance
is a close thing
intimate and wild
calmly alone
the osprey
soars
dives
eats

your hand scraped
shark teeth out of the sand
glistening in the sun

memory gone from delight
to sadness
and anger

#196. My Portion

March 9, 2010

After a desert
of dust and ash
how cool and pleasant to drink
from a well
no matter the distance
or how unknown
the water bearer.

_____

I know She makes this a holy place
an oasis
a source of goodness.

_____

Am I able to touch her
in this same way?

_____

Shall we draw water
together
dance around the well
in a dance
we can only do together?

_____

The ancient stars know.

#175. distances

February 16, 2010

virtuality is a virtue
as it is (apparently) safer
than unpleasant reality lurking
calling out
to live in the blind design
reality is an excuse
for the virtual
ghost crying out in the space
between

“please let this have meaning”

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