#493. private lothlorien

December 3, 2011

sun in my face
crispy leaf space
brown hounds share it with me
there is the path
say yes and walk

listen creek water 
stones  and deep roots
join up clearly and sing
there by the path
late afternoon

air flying south
geese honking call
past the pale winter moon
there on the path
shadows go deep

lights flick alive
weave thru evergreens
up down familiar hills
there with the path
dogs lead me home

#473. sailing home

May 29, 2011

battens
make hardware list
water on fire
teak oil
fun skies
practice heaving to
knots knots knots
telltales
crooked
broken dock pipes
needs six cleats
brother
walrus
needs to light
sailing home together

autumn
burning winter
sharpening storms
underneath rose blue
sky and clouds shining
a swift green river down
seawards colors evaporating
rushing away today from tomorrow
the plank still flecked with paint
tosses its journey in time
with the world’s
chrysalis
birth

#434. lost

November 17, 2010

your rules
are the breadcrumbs
obsession is the hungry bird
who turns love into a dark dense woods
turn loose
the hunter from your
natural heart light the lamps
before you leave your warm safe house
your rules

#408. another monday night

October 18, 2010

softly
the evening
brings the night
and my lover home
to me

brightly
the candle
glows its light
and my lover comes
to bed

#399. east river esplanade

October 3, 2010

certain
of now and then
with out knowing the point
spread out over all the time it takes
to walk a girl from pier seventeen to battery park
and ride home with the daily catch
on the path to awareness
that everything
passes

tell me wind
do you dry the tears
shed thru injustice

answer me fire
does flame burn hope
locked in concrete

inform me water
does your song lift spirit
bound by steel

convince me earth
is dust the reward for life
lived in chains

speak to me wood
will creation not welcome
life home

#348. the cutter eagle

August 8, 2010

i built a ship
a childhood
balsa and pine
on my small hands
the hands of my dad
large and sure
we worked so hard
to build and paint
the cutter eagle
running home
after school to sand
the hull smooth
and dream

complete
i gave it to my dad’s
father when he admired it

years later
it returned to me
after deaths
it was covered
in dust and cobwebs
rigged it

as my years passed
it grew tattered and
broken and thrown away
with one of my failed lives

but my ship still lives
rotting on in a landfill in jersey
and here within my double planked
mind making its way across the endless
sea

#335. prediction

July 26, 2010

when flying
becomes dying
and dying
is no further
than the next cloud
i will be home

learning to live
to love
to fly

#323. pleasure (for me

July 14, 2010

lost a day
at work by working
thru time
in the now all day

no lunch

home at last
a wonderful orange waiting

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