Inside the walls
our relatively civilized society allows
me to claim as home
stacks of words
accept it
reject it
and, with the audacity of my humanness,
redefine it.
our relatively civilized society allows
me to claim as home
stacks of words
(read and unread,
scribbled, typed, printed,
published and unpublished,
yours, mine, ours,
of the long-ago people
and the people of now)
map out the world as I know itaccept it
reject it
and, with the audacity of my humanness,
redefine it.
Outside, earthbound leaves
and the leaves that’ve yet to fall,
shifting patterns of sunlight
and the crows kicking up a fuss
around the unseen hawk.
Calls and the calls that answer
make of the trees an aerial maze
with a center, but no exit.
and the leaves that’ve yet to fall,
shifting patterns of sunlight
and the crows kicking up a fuss
around the unseen hawk.
Calls and the calls that answer
make of the trees an aerial maze
with a center, but no exit.
On and on and on
these fragments form the world
then tear it apart.
Change, with its unremitting violence,
retreats and advances
and becomes something different
amid proclamations of surety.
Trying to use language
to understand the utilization of language
and failing.
these fragments form the world
then tear it apart.
Change, with its unremitting violence,
retreats and advances
and becomes something different
amid proclamations of surety.
Trying to use language
to understand the utilization of language
and failing.
Dark bands spreading wide
folding in
fanning out
to the preening of the predatory beak.
Ball of potential energy
at rest on a thickened tree limb,
held suspended in the now
of the morning.
folding in
fanning out
to the preening of the predatory beak.
Ball of potential energy
at rest on a thickened tree limb,
held suspended in the now
of the morning.
Hellbent to have knowing freed from knowledge,
to find the earth the world has hidden
and be with it
as the day slips into day.
The mind knows the name we’ve given it,
but the body feels its weather.
Eyes seek the sky
to track the flights of birds
to trace the shapes of clouds
to follow the light to its source
and look away.
to find the earth the world has hidden
and be with it
as the day slips into day.
The mind knows the name we’ve given it,
but the body feels its weather.
Eyes seek the sky
to track the flights of birds
to trace the shapes of clouds
to follow the light to its source
and look away.
Clearing –
under a dome formed by cold-front clouds –
sound-patterned by fallen leaves
as feet animalishly
follow the path of least resistance
up from the lake
a heron croaks out its flight.
The feel of being beheld –
I try not to speak.
under a dome formed by cold-front clouds –
sound-patterned by fallen leaves
as feet animalishly
follow the path of least resistance
up from the lake
a heron croaks out its flight.
The feel of being beheld –
I try not to speak.
