Thursday, April 18, 2013

Wind blown


Wind blown…March into April


Low fog lifts, day light
descends, moist leavings tracing
each step into spring.


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Big Dipper—floats in
dark skies, turns, tilts, never fails
to point the way home.


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Promised fog arrives,
blanket-shadows morning light.

But for one west-placed window,
ablaze with a different dream.


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Breath as sound…

suggestions of elegance, to be sure,
but the old masters took note
of a certain radiance—visceral, joyous.


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What we offer over
in the world
is the whole of our living,

every time—our mistake
is thinking
it’s not.


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The poet strives
to make words say
as much as he would
have them say

and trusts 
that desire they ride
that makes them say
all the more.


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what winds of circumstance
pull from our hands,
frees us


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Glow burn—a sudden rush of rightness
splays light through dark

disappeared—forgetting words
that would write this right,

I draw these instead.


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Studies in light ask
for light-handed inquiry.


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Watching the inmates…

the open page takes
everyone, just as they are.
Heads bow, words begin.


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The body drags itself
out of sleep these days, full
with windswept pollens.

Miniscule puffs of life
circulate, settle and collect—like
the weight of age.


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Time bends—deep purple
strokes in the wisteria,
darker than before.


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April 8th and already
multiple pages,

meanderings of a mind
set free at the tip of a pen

to simply speak—simply
to speak simply, of itself enough.


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April 13th

The celebration

The day opens on tides of quiet light
and shadowless blue—hushed bird calls
echo blessings already underway.

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For Erin and Edwin

The range of light
attributable

to laughter,
to smiled embrace, 
close-knit warmth,

to the firm press of lips
and casual words of tenderness
spoken in witness

of the tenuous reach of darkness
as eyes meet in the glow of love.



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To  Leslie—afterthoughts


To think—this spontaneous
ingenuity so troublesome

holds unopened avenues
of collective salvation,

one whole one at a time.

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Sincerity—effort
to make inside meet out.

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Faith—trusting sincerity,
wherever we find it.

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Amen…

for even just one voice
among the many varied turnings
of that light that outshines the sun
just so.