#511. the physics of midwinter’s day
December 21, 2011
anchored between the river and dark solstice
i take comfort in the bright knowledge
that the light is growing surely now
with reflections off the ripples
catching the city of spring
pivoting returning hope
from day to night
now back again
towards day
#509. winter morning
December 20, 2011
i told you that i needed a poem
from underneath your skin
and dreamt of winter sparrows
in the palms of your hands
your glow piercing my amygdala
you undo all your buttons
illuminating the clear moment
i awake to spring answers
#507. path sestina
December 17, 2011
today i am walking with the river
enjoying all bodhisattva ghosts
their elemental voices are deep music
taking me out of the silence of time
drifting against the clear smoke
causing my mind to think in light
today i am walking with the light
taking me across the element of river
clearing out of silence i smoke
and enjoy the deep voices of ghosts
who cause my mind to think of time
drifting with bodhisattva music
today i am walking with the music
drifting in the voice of the elemental light
taking me within bodhisattva time
i am deep within thoughts of the river
my mind clearing through the ghosts
enjoying my silence in the smoke
today i am walking with the smoke
enjoying the deep music
thinking in the element of ghosts
clearly causing the voice of the light
to take me along bodhisattva river
drifting along with silent time
today i am walking with the ghosts
enjoying this my deep time
silently taking in the light
drifting with bodhisattva smoke
clear voice of the elemental music
causing thoughts of the river
today i am walking with the ghosts
my thoughts are in the smoke
which takes me into clear time
the silence which causes music
deep in the bodhisattva light
and the voice of this deep river
today i am walking with the ghosts as i smoke
becoming bodhisattva thinking clearly about time and the deep music
the silence of light and the voice of the drifting element i know as the east river
#504. path
December 14, 2011
today i am walking with the river
enjoying all the bodhisattva ghosts
their elemental voices are music
taking me out of the silence of time
drifting against the clear smoke
teaching my mind to think in light
#480. ripples
September 15, 2011
my life robbed me of my life
and gave it all back to me
in the river are all the rivers
suns and moons
and all the days the nights
gleam shadow wed the dark light
honey you are all my rivers
and all my wife
sailing up the wide wide stream
boat dream knife
#472. became today
May 26, 2011
all the trains
and all the shadows
tunnels of red light green
beams scurry grey grey as ghosts
now we become new york ghosts as well
the sign of the times is the light thru the grate
#469. ten
April 15, 2011
kissing
starry light
bright trance
retinal delighting
alighting hypothalamus
and relighting time to live
in the clouds backed by the moon
with your hair wild in the sharp wind
#467. dreamtime
March 28, 2011
another early memory
to chastise and beguile me
so it often begins
and will eventually end
sometimes even before
my wife falls asleep
much to her delight
because she feels
the kisses are much sweeter
when she is awake
how can i help but agree
#465. No More Cherry Tree (still)
March 21, 2011
Still the cherry tree in the spring is so beautiful with its tiny pale pink not quite white petals, undersized compared to the maples and oaks who share the front yard and who steal all its light as spring fades forwards towards summer the blossoms fall silently to cover the bare spot in the lawn caused by the cherry tree blocking the light of the pittsburgh sun.
Still the cherry tree in the late spring with its blossoms falling silently to cover the bare spot in its shade and as spring fades forwards towards summer the blossoms fall silently to cover the bare spot in the lawn caused by the cherry tree blocking the light of the pittsburgh sun.
Still the cherry tree gives three small boys cooling cover for their summer games of matchbox cars and teasing the girls with muddy feet and the front lawn is surrounded by a thick and evil bed of green ivy thriving on the skins and bones of the gazillion balls we lost while playing with brothers and friends.
Still the cherry tree in the fall lifts upright branches guarding the sons from the chilling father wind and the front lawn is surrounded by a thick and evil bed of green ivy thriving on the skins and bones of the gazillion balls we lost while playing with brothers and friends.
Still the cherry tree keeps watch on me as the winter snow falls to cover the bare spot in its cold shade and I freeze to avoid the dark wrath of the eyes of the chilling father wind that waits within my house.
Still the cherry tree keeps watch on me as the snow falls to cover the bare spot in its cold shade as I freeze to avoid the dark wrath that waits within my house still the cherry tree still the cherry tree keeps watch on me keeps watch on me keeps watch keeps watch.
