Monday, July 28, 2014

It Happens


I can see it coming,
small in the distance
just a spot at first,

but I know
it's coming for me
sure-air, clear
frame my soul,
on my languid pen

til, joyfully I bolt
for the house, tear
through dark rooms,
turn on my dim light,
and breathlessly wait
for the poem
to strike. itself

“Life…by itself has neither purpose nor fulfillment.“ Thomas Merton

Fill my day
with soft breezes.

I hear the birds call;
singing bees
with the pleasure
of the sting.

Oh! Let me breathe deeply
the innocent air!

Minute by minute
force my life
through thin membranes,

for in the end
sleep will lead me
to bright seas, dreams
of fading mist;

fill it full
with your love!

Sunday, July 27, 2014


to blue space, 
rising beyond reach, past 
simple comprehension, they 
shelter or imprison, lift me up
point the way
to escape, to
the thin 
edge of

Saturday, July 26, 2014

This Rising

I wanted to be the thundercloud
pounding fury in electric flashes,
but impatiently the earth pulled me down,
and trapped me, like silent, winter tule fog,
pausing over dark, delta waters

until I rose over the darkening valley
and observed the crescent moon
ascending over seaward hills,
effervescent disc
dissolving into death,
while radiant, scimitar edge,
rent the black night.

but now, in the pure air at last,
just beneath the black vacuum of my limit,
I discern the elevated host,
this consecrated, bloody body,
in the agony of redemption,
in the glory of this perfect moment,
this nexus of heaven and earth,
this rising.

Wednesday, July 23, 2014

Brother Sun

Through soft summer grass,
oh, hear the breeze
whisper the past
and what’s yet to be.

Oh, wanderer through
soft singing leaves,
let brother sun
ignite your bright dreams!

Tuesday, July 22, 2014

One Simple Motion

The house is dark again.

Music drifts,
softly settles,
like dust
on my face.

Now is the time
when veils decline-

when I can see
the faint motion
of breath,

my chest rising and
falling, life expelled
and pulled sharply back:

living and dying
in one, simple

Sunday, July 20, 2014

Poet in the Coffee Shop

new brew
roasting, flowing 
aroma rolling

grinding, growling 
out fresh

and you,
awash in lilting 
ballads consuming
across the room.

Just keep your eyes down 
on your honeyed-

frenzied bees
that buzz, 

and to song