Fallow fields
10 Wednesday Apr 2024
Fallow fields and bare trees,
sky big enough to swallow the world,
no orientation given..
we work for our bearings.
Building of nests and swooping,
flitting winged ones
keep the silence lively:
Here, staring at reflections in the pond
passes whole days.
Returned
15 Friday Mar 2024
Light plays across short, bright
Spring
low on the hills.
Grasses on broad flanks,
rising deep in crags,
stones spreading islands of lichen.
Crafts of vulture, fleet cradled high
in cup of valley,
and swallows,
ticks and tiniest leaf curls..
they are returned.
No mystery less now than ever,
basics uncertain,
direction wide open.
Trusting movements of the season
drains panic
away.
Swallows swift,
Vultures glide,
ticks sensing,
leaves spiraling,
lessons shape days unfolding.
Kindleless fire
15 Friday Mar 2024
You lose your beauty
and the sky turns pink.
It’s not yours to lose.
What twists us in knots
keeps us,
an unholy marriage,
from the divinity shining
within our own eyes.
Who says what is beautiful,
he, she or he?
Meaningless judgments aimed
at raising one, at undermining another.
Recall the kindleless fire
and your heart will know none
but love threading song.
Vanishings
08 Friday Mar 2024
When death meets you
long before memory remembers,
wrapping tender and dark tendrils
around your heart,
a shadow casts upon all that follows.
Inexplicably.
Without reason the most beloved people,
one after another after another,
disappear.
And the pain nearly kills you.
Vanishings become a lifetime of dancing,
red shoes stuck to your tired feet,
exhaustion pulling your heart toward the edge,
right up to the moment when you find out:
The she you could not have named,
She died.
And you were with her through the end.
Ghosts haunt lifetimes.
Watching day
22 Thursday Feb 2024
Watching day wake across the land,
Sun creeping,
silent,
hill fold lengthening upon hill fold,
I remember when life was new,
when meeting was discovery and touch,
rolling bloom and rest of breath
one upon another,
two together,
bleeding into syncopated music
not for writing down.
And this is how your heart beats, and how mine,
and the stretching ribs and curving neck.
If life becomes new again,
not in difficulty but blessed opening,
in pattern changing expanse,
I’m here, wrapped in soft cloak of yearning,
ready for flush of fresh blood,
spring snowmelt,
to waken me,
Sun brightening mine own hidden contours.
I’m aging like those hills.
We reach back
17 Saturday Feb 2024
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We reach back in the generations,
untangling threads,
and wonder over familiar terrain,
hunting fruit-bearing trees never noticed
before.
But before
was when the wood was too green,
flowers knocked off by freeze,
bees unable to work their magic–
harvest waiting for the right season.
I wander the woods
after sharing those stories again and again,
ones asking unanswerable questions,
sensing the complexity of things.
I did not know,
until now,
I am the winged one
returning to the grove
to hum between pink petals
and play my part
in the fecundity of my ancestors.
Ancestors
whose bones move beneath this skin,
whose bones make blood
carrying me to the end of my days.
False spring
17 Saturday Feb 2024
Petals on the ground.
Storm approaching.
Grey blue clouds and pine needles blowing
northwest.
In shafts of sunlight,
ponderosa bodies redden brightly.
I hear voices and turn around.
This is no time for people.
Stones soft with green, half buried
in hillsides, and madrone leaves
outside-in
usher me home.
No other way
17 Saturday Feb 2024
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Watching the weather come in
through breaking light,
February flowering trees moving
below with the wind,
I can’t recall the bird I heard last night.
Sleep dropped hard–thank god–and
dreams of a friendly pockmarked face
and who he was.
I’m small here beneath swirling sky,
flea to the breathing animal I try
to rest upon.
I’ve no idea what’s coming.
Somehow, with birth arrived a tossing of
security
for a life that wouldn’t crush my soul.
I know no other way.
And don’t think I want to.
Like salt
11 Sunday Feb 2024
I’ve hills to stare at now,
hills and wire where birds sit.
Seems nothing will stand in place,
bottom dropping out in every direction,
the basics no longer assumed.
Still, the blessed pace of clouds is just right.
A deep fire burns in toothed cliffs folded
between soft slopes across the valley,
they smolder even without light;
Heart of that earth gathers to it eyes
and broadening questions.
I take each day like salt to the dish.
Limitations
30 Saturday Dec 2023
The limitations of our fathers,
they are not ours to live by. See
and be done.
Do
and live beyond.
The next generations are here to end
that which came before.