Wednesday, March 25, 2015

Let Us Be As Choo-choos Now

The line winds among
Meadows, mountains,
As rhythm moves us
Through day and night,
Between shadows and
Fountains  of  light,
Between trees and boulders.
Let us be as choo-choos
Now, shoveling steam
Over  our  shoulders.

Wednesday, March 18, 2015

My Sixties

Can I leave the past behind?
It returns --never mind--
One learns along the way
That was,  long ago,
And does not go away,
Not tomorrow, today,
Or now, ever -- go?
I'm not clever
Enough to know, but
Hope the past is kind
And careful with our minds.

Thursday, March 12, 2015


An arch where vines
Outline illusion,
Beyond which
Stems curl,
Soldered in pearls
Where fog and
Woodruff fuse,
Compose a circuitry
Of choice and fate--
I am always
A pilgrim at this
Garden gate.

Friday, March 6, 2015

Your Straw Hat

Under distant light, soul
And soul commingle into
Single things that cling as
Planets roll and ring
Ahead of night --and there,
If we wait where all 
Creation resonates, 
Remains a silence
That explains what love
Is: it is ours,  as at
The garden door, your straw
Hat fills up with stars.

Thursday, March 5, 2015

Cloud Fetch

I see my shadow in
Clouds today.
I just love things --what
Else can I say?