Perhaps Because I Have Done This Before

Each moment contains
Some quality of the next
In continuum --in text,
An enjambment, as rain

Stores starlight

In opalescent fog.

Morning, birds
Mutter in hedges,
Silence is
Broken by a barking dog
And this span loses edges
To rising mist.
New worlds are
Made of this: calm uncertainty
That will grow
Wings, feathers, fur;
From this weather
Occur, live, be,
And roam the future
Of memory.

Lake Berryessa

Berryessa was late to work this morning
As we drove east from San Francisco.
She crossed Interstate 80 in an embarrassed
Thirteen-mile-long glob of water and wildlife.
Last night, Outside Lands Music and Arts Festival put
A strain on her hydroelectrics and lights flickered.
Her alarm clock failed, and she woke up real late.
She was trying to get back to Napa and 
Lay herself against the Monticello Dam
So the music could go on, so Tom Petty could
Be a Heartbreaker yet again and close the show.
It's only nine o'clock now, so I don't know
If she made it, but we waded through --we
Got home --and found out the car likes fish.
 

Cosmohydraulics

Some old idea echoes
Amid stars, rides
Nightfall down and 
Rapids into sea.
An illusive light
Of things to be (f)rollicks
In our destiny.

Saturday I Sang

Saturday, I sang to a
Baby. I sang notes.
She sang back to me,
Then fell asleep.
Each note keeps its
Own indelible length
And gentleness is
Our greatest strength.

Anticipating Autumn

Sunlight heating our
Dry back pavers:
Summer exhaled 
Into colder, rarified air,
Scent, events signed into
Rills, veins,
Constricting stems--
Leaf-filled fissures,
Menhirs, warlockstones and
Old paths up the escarpment.
Against ground and time
Sharper light gilds rose leaves
And remains there.

Anima

I am made, as
You are, from
The stuff of stars,
Am more, as 
You are more,
Than an echo 
Of predators,
History --you
Are evolving
A mystery well
Worth solving.

Peace Garden

Under a sign routed
By a younger man,
Children nailed dreams,
Strung wooden beads
And wired hope on
Dawn-bleached palings.
Plantings came and went
But, despite failings,
Successes ensued:
Volunteers, years of
Oddments, seed-bearing
Birds made old
Dreams come true.