Monday, August 22, 2016

The Hot Clay Of Stars

I do not have the math
To say
I understand the sub-microscopic
Or the expanding macroscopic

Or the sand
To say
I understand the before
Or the after

 I am no religionist
And I am full of unknowns
Going as far back and forward
As may be

I keep faith with many dogs and humans
Having known many good souls
Cats are a puzzle not to mention lizards and spiders
Evil appears to be at work within and among us

The space between us
And within
And between atoms
Interests me

We play there creating music
And disastrous complexities
In manipulative competition with
Our brethren

Trying to forget in our social tension
The expanding bleak
Blackness
Of the unknown

We each anxiously choose
To fervently believe what we will
Then one day face again
The hot clay of stars

Brave fragile beings every one

Friday, April 1, 2016

Too Late


We float
Above a field

Seeming empty

We label normal
The empty underneath

Some are always speculating fantastically
Apocalyptically
Numbingly for gain

While innocent despite great effort
Simpler listeners toil more urgent-quiet
Knowing chance is always birthing monsters

From this field seeming empty
Ancient seething pestilential dread
Permits all
Meets no devouring corpuscles or savior birds

Too Late
Spreads invisibly inaudibly

Detonating compounding exponents
Banging Out in self surpassing shock

This field seeming empty
Now waves of burning breathless devouring sky
Noticed briefly

Tuesday, March 15, 2016

INTENTIONS


INTENTIONS


Will I
Listen to
Large loaded magazine
Impulse thought repeaters?

My choice to impulse
Forgetting who I may be

Perceives nothing
Forgets all
The intentional
Annihilated by the inadvertent
One generation inviting another
To forget

My generation and decade and instant of
Justice
Depends on momentous physical choices

Only flesh can prove

Stopping at Stop
Stopping at Perhaps

Going only with Go

Now I may accept all consequence

My deepest physical echoing cavern
Will speak next
Nothing but Truths

Will I listen self-honestly

Hearing
Agonies, rages, tendernesses
Abandoned for an age

No longer
Only
Intending?

Wednesday, September 16, 2015

To Sip You Once Again? (For Constance)


The old person
Looking at you
From across the way

I see in your garden
The last honeysuckle
Behind your youthful ear

As you were 20
Unable to see nearly
Five decades gone

Stretched by hearts
So great
Time’s sheet folded

Upon itself
Have I rolled
Closer to you

Along a field stretched
Quantum thin tight
To touch

The fine hair on your neck
Near the honeyed blossom

To sip
You once again?

Tuesday, September 8, 2015

Life Before And After (For Constance)


Life before and after
Is all unknown

My time is now
My power is here

Fearful guesses
Cloud the sun

My time is now
My power is here

Holiness is higher
The holy agree

My time is now
My power is here

When I’m high
I’m all alone

My time is now
My power is here

When I choose faith in
Moon, sun and sea

My time is now
My power is here

Night turns to dawn
And shore is nigh

My time is now
My power is here

I use my ears to
Find my voice

My time is now
My power is here

I find my eyes
And see your face

Tuesday, July 7, 2015

HAD I ON A HAT

Here is a little "Happy Birthday" to all you out there having a birthday.
This is Fred Rogers long before there was a "Mister Rogers".




Used by permission.

Sunday, July 5, 2015

Undisturbed By Marauding Hackers

Thinking generates fears
As it covers old
Injuries 
Skin does not hide from itself

Skin contains more than injuries

The un-dramatized consequences of time
Live there too

Years of light
Leave the sun
Traveling as far as it can
Stretching vision second by second

Swooping and slingshotting and lensing
As it passes masses

Meanwhile
     On earth in it's eddying orbit
          A coin on a sheet
          Rolling round
          The silly old sun
Years of light bounce off me
Reflecting me into time
To be seen by some being
Ere the fabric stretches completely away?

But 
When time passes here without drama
When love is settled
When self care goes well
When our protected spot is undisturbed
By marauding hackers

Not much happens
But age