Saturday, June 27, 2020

 A Summoning

This blue heart
    Nestling

In a bed of red,

One plump grape
Washed in Autumn

Sunshine,

      Resting 

In shimmering

     Stillness. 

Tuesday, June 23, 2020

              Dyad

When, in twos, along a hillside
In summer, butterflies cavort
And orbit around a lazy
Afternoon, I have felt
The gift of wild surprise,
Of sudden grinning that 
Sculpts the moment from wonder
While tiny pennants of purple 
Wave in the breeze at my wandering feet.
Standing at the base
Of these boulders, silently still,
Soaking up sun, then these wings—
Yes these wings that flutter and flirt 
With my eyes and my yearning
For flight!—
Is about as good, as truly alive, 
Yet aware also of death,
As ever it gets. 
LemaĆ®tre’s Prayer of the Primeval Atom

There’s nothing 
like a big
bang to get
things
started....

Saturday, June 20, 2020

Sometimes,
When the spindly
Flower gives
Up its urgent
Stretching towards
A distant waning sun
A silent pleasing blooming 
In the soil of ease
Begins....

Friday, June 19, 2020

      Pandemic Prayer

Cradle your withered heart,
parched from a dearth

of touch and trust
that all is well,

although damn well
you know it isn’t,

and you shall unmask
a spacious blooming,

your true audacious 
beauty. 

Tuesday, June 16, 2020

         Welcomings

There are those holy mornings
After dawn’s done her early cracking
From far above and deep below
When everything worth our tracking
Depends upon an enlivenment of coffee,
A mischievousness of crow,
A suddenness of wildflower,
A replenishment of dream,
A wonderment of light,
A stubbornness of hummingbird,
A meandering of friend,
A settledness of solitude,
A fulsome lacking of all that’s low
And rendering soft all that’s tight. 



Sunday, June 14, 2020

Early, After Coffee

Wrapped in this blue
bathrobe and Sunday

morning’s stillness,

birdsong 
       dancing 

with your patient 
hopeful belly 

through the open
window. 

Monday, June 8, 2020

There are days
When on your winding
Path almost everything
Depends upon
A suddenness
Of wildflowers.

Tuesday, June 2, 2020

               Hope
On the day after being pummeled 
By chaos and sorrows’ rags
In the town of antique shops,
Used clothing and book stores,
Coffee shops and cafes where
Neighbors chat in Springtime sun
And where my office has stood
Nearly three decades,
Where my parents lived happily
Until their deaths, the town
Where both sisters now live,
My building bereft, boarded up, in front
The Mexican restaurant with 
America’s biggest best tortas
In ruins, and the bank two blocks
Away where I was last inside
The day I withdrew my deceased
Girlfriend’s savings to share
With her brothers now shattered,
Steel beams twisted like pipe
Cleaners, collapsed and burned 
To the ground, on this Monday after
Such rage and violation and inconceivable 
Earthquaking of the social fabric,
I sit half-listening to Bill Evans creating
Jazz magic on piano in his ‘Peace Piece’ 
And half-smile wearily after sending 
Messages for change to mayors,
Chiefs of police, family and friends; yet underneath This fatigue there’s hope for 
Our common resurrection towards a more
Inclusive justice as the lily dormant
For months on the back patio
Begins its journey flowering 
After winter, peering up warily from damp 
Soil to lean with us all
Into life’s courageous
Flourishing again.