One Direction

Releasing wild things
Releases us too.
You drew a
Limniscate: tension,
Turned upon its curves,
Crossed its quiet center,
Reentered to pass
Through me and off,
Exhaled and set free.

Portrait At Prospect Point

At cascade edges, silent
Mist is born in roars.
Silent light pours into
Silver salts in albumin.
Then eyes arrayed on
Ledges see and --in
Lenses trained across
Time-- so  do  we .

Sweep Second Hand

I can plan the
Contents of an
Hour, know its
Seeds, flowers
And tell where
Rain fell on dust
Where dust sailed
Down in wind.
I can see where
Rain ends, but
What an hour or
Instant is, I can't
Tell, and understand
Eternity as well.