Poem – Outside of Time
Sands cover the landscape spewing steam. The vast ocean surfaced with the grains I have discarded. Passing through dimensions and space and time. Passing through all matter. I wait here on the rocky shores. The shores of an unnamed planet. What we have spans time. I know beyond what the immediate senses are telling me…
Poem – In the Silence
In the stationary silence I seek answers that already lie at me feet. I look for skies that already fill my vision. And I seek truth to my purpose that has played out for hundreds of years. What hands move the pieces in this universe? What hands guide the universes along the surface of the…
Poem – The Wanderer, part 2
I wandered toward a hill with Joshua tree standing tall there sitting in the shade upon a rock a man. With flowers in their hair the girls dance under the cactus free of concrete city bonds flailing limbs the desert gains life and voice.
Poem – The Wanderer, part 1
I was wandering in the desert flat until I reached the hills there stood a man under a cactus and the cactus flowered purple. I said hello met with silence the wind toyed with red beads and grey beard.
Poem – Empty
With an empty mind free of obstructions we can see and hear everything. Each leaf in the tree canopy – each breath across the sea – each grain of sand. Walking across the empty field we hear each foot step and see the wolf before it sees us.
Poem – On Our Daily Walk
On our daily walk, we follow the same worn trails, make the same turns, and pass the same trees. That pond is empty, covered with algae. That one is home to busy and noisy muskrats. So many times we have have come this way that I follow the dogs as they know where to go…
Poem – Wind
Scouring the landscape the earth is overturned and what was buried and waiting surfaces and life continues the journey.
Poem – Excerpt #2 from Sand Shadows
The following are excerpts from a new piece I am writing called “Sand Shadows”. Excerpt #2 Grey sky meets the field past the mountain range, past forest and beyond the fertile waters. One bowl I carry down dusty roads, scattered snow fills my bowl enough to drink. Children run from yipping dogs chickens waiting for…
Poem – From Sand Shadows
The following is from a new piece I am writing called “Sand Shadows”. Sitting at the stone table across from an empty setting – the space is filled with grains of sand. I have no recollection of where these may have come from, no memory of arriving here. The sky is grey and swollen, and…