Friday, August 30, 2013

' THE HAPPY TRUCKER AND HIS PH-PHACTOR'


" the perhaps of it all "

for years, I've loved
the word 'perhaps',
 
seemingly for the way
 
it simply sounds
plopping
 
from the plump
 
of my soft
and eager
tongue
 
slipping
through my
lively lips
 
into this blessed
tragic world of
 
now or never
contingency.
 
Will the creeping snail
cross the broad and
dangerous sidewalk
 
or be crushed flat
and slimey
 
under a well-worn
boot of the hurried
gardener
 
worried in the flurry
of work, 
 
perhaps today
he'll make
 
the funds 
to feed
 
his brown skinned
hungry family?

Saturday, August 17, 2013

hidden gardens of Baja


'THE INEXORABLE REMOTENESS OF THE DRONE PILOT' ( 48 x 60" acrylic on canvas)


prayer poem

May you rest easy in 
afternoon's hammock
 
woven from the care
and kindness
of friends
 
and always awaken
replenished
 
while a cool 
breeze kisses 
 
and caresses 
your skin.
 
May the generous
hummingbird fly
 
from flower to flower
in your green garden,
 
each sweet second
another surprise
 
for bright eyes
now ready
to see
 
great silver light
shimmering
 
all ways thru
 
and out of
the darkness.