Monday, September 10, 2018

Darwinian Soliloquy





I am layered under
Leaves, between things,
And each leaf
Brings a possibility
Of me --I survive.
I feel. I am real
And I am alive.






Thursday, August 30, 2018

Spider-Sprinkler Seance



A spider web 
Catches spray in
The last of 
Summer heat.
At the root of
Existence, mind
And matter meet.
You are here.
I'm here too.
Hello, I love you.
 


Saturday, July 28, 2018

In Our Hands



Hop, palm up, plop.
Little guy at the base
Of my thumb must
Feel that, since 
I come by and he is
There, we're friends
By birth on this
Earth and partnered
In its repair.



Saturday, June 23, 2018

The Callalily Question



Have we the courage 
To be vulnerable?
It hurts, you know.
Perhaps that is when
The best blossoms show--
Or when something deep
Inside decides to grow
Higher and, as weather 
Warms, forms a new leaf,
A new stem and grows.
One learns, one knows,
In throes of uncertainty.
One goes on --we are 
All on the hero's journey.

Tuesday, June 5, 2018

Brick Lizard



Lizard: 
I am a mighty 
Earthling. I think
Unthinkable things.

I: 
I don't understand.
What sort of thought
Eludes itself, and
Leaves itself uncaught?

Lizard:
Here --you are high
Above me as I dart
And crawl-- do you
Fly? Art thou a
bird, or just tall?


 


Friday, April 20, 2018

Asteriated Droplets



Rain beaded on
A lilac leaf, an
Astragal of spheres
Strung along outer
Space, arranged in
Years to hold drops
Of time, minute stars,
To bend the leaf --
To keep this universe
Of ours inflating 
In shade, after rain
And not evaporating.




Thursday, April 5, 2018

A Photon is a photon


For this, I go back nearly a decade (11/15/2008)

and add a Normaphoto, Blue Midnight:

 

Antiparticle Of A Photon Is A Photon

First there is wilderness
With a voice in it
Sent all ways at once,
Echoing at random on
A becoming collocation--
In minds surprised
By a healing tune or
Curtain opened on an
Indoor moon.
This black flower sends
Petals into night,
But silent?
I don't know, things said
Sometimes leave me
But silences, never.
After all, where
Would they go?


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(Horiculturists, please look up Scilla Peruviana . I heard the name "Blue Midnight" and, despite my ethnicity, prefer it to "Portuguese Squill".) Because of interest in the flower, I'm adding a photo of the same blossom a few days later: