Category Poetry

I am one of those lost northern geeseblown here in the nighton wings that now falter,my certain, feathered grip now loosenedin the thin high mountain air. Where I used to soar, I now drift.Where I once lifted my voice, I…

(For John Townsend, May, 2017) We, two, together, enclosed, pairedsee inward.We know the fire that burnsin places hidden from the outward eye. We, as one,have long gathered applewood,each for the other. We lie in the coals, we warm each otherwith…

Oh my loveare you tired yet? Do you long to lift yourself up, step free of this body?Do you thirst for distant, deeper water? Your hands cold, your pulse scantyour skin, a flayed parchmentwhite, thin-stretched over your skull. You can…

I wish we could turn our kaleidoscopea little to the left, perhaps.Or, just a littleto the right. . . Can we shift our vision,see anew the patternsthat have frozen within us,that no longer move? Can we find the trick of…

For the unhappy but intelligent engineer I met online in 2018… He could tell a story. Would it be like this? So many questions. . .This woman. She confused me so.Is she kind? She is.Does she know Heidegger?She does. She…

The beautiful priestess lingers, her eyes open,hands closed. In the quiet I move toward her, probing the shimmerthat rests in the ancient air,that touches her comb,her amulet, her pot. These ordinary attachments,I know as she knew them,just for a breath.…

At the time of harvest, the time of feastingwhen the brightest stars shone and the air was clean, most clear Demeter turned to her beloved daughter, Persephone.“Come,” she said, “Let us sit down together, let us laugh and enjoy our…

I rememberwhen you slept in your cradle. I sang to you.The sound of forever was in my throat, a sweet-silver flow. I remember how your rose petal hand patted my shoulder as I carried you.Many days, then, lay ahead for…

watching me, eyes bring black, gleamingCrow read my inner shadows I begged her for help. . . Crow came, intent, fearless. Gentleinto that passagewhere I had first tasted of life, my mother’s milk,and with my first breathhad heard the old…

With lilies on hisfeet Basho comes through the greenspringtime I see him walkI see how the lilies move with him his hands fill with dew the Cloud of Unknowingrises ’round, walks with him, within him he sees me, I follow…