dawn's sky

gray stained

light soaked

crow cawed

whole body

becomes

a single ear

hears day

waking

stretching her golden

limbs

into such haphazard

coherence.

 Warming This Place

The hearth of the home—

the core of its being

and thrust

of its mysterious 

becoming—

is the human heart

vibrant and tender,

     often shy

       yet still

         opening 

without restraint 

to the human and 

more-than-human hearts

all around, these trees

stones animals grasses 

people and clouds,

while full-circling

like a wobbly child 

on her first bike

rounding the block,

bravely learning 

to receive the gift

of kindness 

as Dad’s proud grin

holds her steady softly

from 30 feet behind

even as strong 

calloused hands 

that guided

have let go. 

 Stupefacente

Last night’s dream,

Astonishing!

Yet remember this story,

This visitor from the darkness,

I cannot..

These dreams slip

Through my preoccupied mind

Like so much smoke

From a chimney and yet

In their loyalty, these scintillas

Of sudden generosity

Have never forgotten

Me. Does the blossom

Not recall the hummingbird,

The wild bunny deny

This gift of fresh lettuce,

The grandfather act as if

He did not delight

At granddaughter’s giggle??

Why am I nothing

But an old man, lazy

And self-centered,

Beset by such defects

Of memory

Towards these amazing

Offerings from Creation’s

Pulsing Heart?