77000-Year-Old Bedding Found

[Prof. Christopher Miller sampling sediments. (Credit: Prof. Lyn Wadley, Science Daily)]

This is where they
Laid their heads.
They fell asleep.

We found their beds.
Between lines three
And four is a space,
Punctuation indicating
A pause of
Seventy-seven thousand
Years --amnestic mornings,

Nestled in settled stone
Waking alone, eager,
In love or sad, in
Their beds where they
Dreamed, worried,
Trysted, cried, laughed,
Whispered, petrified.

Here on prehistoric
Beds, this is where
They laid their heads.

Thanking Susan

I suspect kites symbolize
Something in us,
The brains of us,
That lets the sky
Communicate through tugs
On a thin line.
I flew kites as a kid and
As a kid again when I had kids.
I have grandkids now
And it's almost spring.
Thanks, Susan, for
Reminding me to get a new kite.

Cloud Computing

Closing over what is
And is yet to be,  clouds
Climb out of the sea
On waves of what has been.
Then fog divided by
Fog again divided 
Issues a quotient
Dividing one as well.
Future escapes its shell,
Crosses sand and follows
Shifting mist along the land.

Brain And Sky

Thought and lightning follow
The same plasmoid flux and
Leave a sound that destroys
Itself  --then silence spread
Upon an openwork,
A geometry of time.

She Photos

                                                                                                                           [Norma photos]


She photos frost
On table tops on
Days stunned in 
Frozen sunshine 
Out our window.

Reason

I believe threads of
Reason result from
Other rags, scraps
Slubbed, spun and
Spooled --done until
Artists schooled in
Dreams emerge to
Braid and to weave.

Orbital Mechanism

[David photo]

Where life forms under rolling
Wonder, our round earth turns
It to the sky --an openwork by
Which we always recognize
Ourselves with some surprise,
Our fluid span in time,
Mind and space-- our place.