September
September 10, 2010 § 1 Comment
September:
the green that was always here
beginning to fade
Front Range
August 29, 2010 § Leave a comment
Front Range —
rain clouds blowing in faster than the sun can go
down
lost
August 28, 2010 § Leave a comment
lost our way, then found it —
moon at my right shoulder
the whole way home
the river at night
August 28, 2010 § 2 Comments
I wonder if conversation does for human beings what the river at night does for the streetlights…
It smooths them out, ripples them, attenuates.
It lets them be something other than themselves, but still attached to the original.
The river at night shows them what they’re not:
sparkling, moving, changing.
ratios
August 26, 2010 § 2 Comments
blue : mud on your boots
purple : twilight
sage : scent of linen pages
nowhere : copper
birch : ice
godiva : smoke in the air
calligraphy : wet glass
child
August 24, 2010 § Leave a comment
I listen to his young silence far away
next to me as I drive down the wide highway
into the purple morning lit by
the trail of sparks above us
he will never know me
when I am young
and the stars bend around me
poem for mornings
August 24, 2010 § 2 Comments
bless the eastern edge of the sky
as it rises from the night
bless the light
as I touch it
bless the dark edges of the face
before me between me
and the sun
bless that which I cannot see
bless what the light keeps from me
and bless its unseen watching
a night kitchen 