Planetary Fouette

[photo credit: Daughter]


What we gain at
Sunset, and
Daybreak forget
Again --our
Shadow cast over
The curve of
Earth-- there
We perfect, in
Night when shadow
Is everywhere,
Our daily birth,
Our own light.

No Mystery

I did not
Make the rain!
No sneering dowager.
No randy gardener.
No butler who
Never did it.
No old diseased
Colonel creeping
Round in the sun.
No mystery:
A leak and
Caulking gun
Suspended between
Heaven and earth.
No mystery,
Only me.

Convective Refraction

Where voices of stars
Catch on water,
Ripples spread and,
Depending on
What is said,
Collide or replay
Yet always go
Quietly away.

Credo

Government is within,
So is church.
No need to join
Exaggerations.
Under thunderheads
One builds in --
Something special.
This is what one is.
It is also what two
Is, and keep your
Heads protected.
Brains are trying
To live in there.

Triple Word Score

Space between
Galaxies and space
Between neurons
Is the same space.
An idea addressed
Among cells is
Heard also
Among stars.
The reverse
Is true too.
I believe that
Is you.

Dimensions Of Flying Maps

Journey, iridescence
Swirling on spheres,
Marmoreal maps in air,
Also there, in scale,
Are routes and destinations.
On sale in gas stations,
Ones stripped of depth
So they can fold,
Be unfolded, consulted
En route, have
Depth left out.
It seems round ones
Shrivel into their
Thousand dreams
And are gone;
Maps minus
Length and width
Never caught on.

Indeterminable Ideas

There are propositions,
Starting from axioms,
That can be neither
Proven nor refuted.
They look up and go

"Oh".

This gap between what
Is true and what is
Provable --interrogative

"Oh?"

Or certain

"Oh."

Contains the mystery
Of all things movable,
Contains you, coexistence
In time where all
Events relate to

"Oh!"--

Exclamatory.

Oh,

There is no symbol
More indeterminate.
I love that.