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Showing posts with label R*. Show all posts
Tuesday, November 16, 2010
November 6, 2010
Solid Ground
We look up to bare branches
in a grey sky
the last of the leaves
too weak to let go.
We know where we’re headed
We know how to brace ourselves
We don’t intend to fall
So we laugh at the empty sky
The path curves up from the river
crackle of dry leaves underfoot
and the urge to stomp
and the urge to cry out
and the holding on.
When suddenly grace find us
A riot of red leaves
shock of beauty soft as rose petals
too delicate for sound
All’s a giddy shimmer a dazzle
Yes
then the letting go
and hitting solid ground.
Solid Ground
We look up to bare branches
in a grey sky
the last of the leaves
too weak to let go.
We know where we’re headed
We know how to brace ourselves
We don’t intend to fall
So we laugh at the empty sky
The path curves up from the river
crackle of dry leaves underfoot
and the urge to stomp
and the urge to cry out
and the holding on.
When suddenly grace find us
A riot of red leaves
shock of beauty soft as rose petals
too delicate for sound
All’s a giddy shimmer a dazzle
Yes
then the letting go
and hitting solid ground.
Sunday, November 14, 2010
October 31, 2010
First Lesson
You know the line where
ocean meets sky
just past all we know
deep waters and the pull of darkness
touch heaven
that line
that’s where he delivered me
I was five
His arms wide in that
rocking darkness
his hands firm
It was a game
a sputtering of laughter
breathing
gulping
choking
going under
And then he let go
Then I was alone
And I knew without knowing
And I moved without going
And I saw I was all that I have
(How did he know
I could find my own motion?)
Breathing
gulping
choking
going under
and under
moving
shaking
kicking
over darkness
screaming into light
just like the first time.
First Lesson
You know the line where
ocean meets sky
just past all we know
deep waters and the pull of darkness
touch heaven
that line
that’s where he delivered me
I was five
His arms wide in that
rocking darkness
his hands firm
It was a game
a sputtering of laughter
breathing
gulping
choking
going under
And then he let go
Then I was alone
And I knew without knowing
And I moved without going
And I saw I was all that I have
(How did he know
I could find my own motion?)
Breathing
gulping
choking
going under
and under
moving
shaking
kicking
over darkness
screaming into light
just like the first time.
October 23, 2010
This Friendship
It’s like a dahlia
almost too big to believe
one single constellation
of petals – sun’s delicacy
And not that one might
get lost burrowing
like some crazed bee
at high noon
But that in its deep stillness
in its tender grace
is moon twirling
is motions is exhilaration
This Friendship
It’s like a dahlia
almost too big to believe
one single constellation
of petals – sun’s delicacy
And not that one might
get lost burrowing
like some crazed bee
at high noon
But that in its deep stillness
in its tender grace
is moon twirling
is motions is exhilaration
October 16, 2010
Next Time
At night the geese move
high and wild
through Autumn skies
When I hear their distant calls
I imagine they’re
slipping
back
through
thin layers
of veiled time:
those cirrus clouds
backlit by the harvest moon
into
summertime.
Just suppose they know
the way back!
Next time what I’d do
from the start
is learn to trust
those routes back.
And with what dizzying motion
navigate any direction
-- summer to spring and back again
any direction
but forward
and trust those
indelible patterns
stars aligned to guide
intimacy of having been before
an old friend’s hand in mine
always
heading home.
Next Time
At night the geese move
high and wild
through Autumn skies
When I hear their distant calls
I imagine they’re
slipping
back
through
thin layers
of veiled time:
those cirrus clouds
backlit by the harvest moon
into
summertime.
Just suppose they know
the way back!
Next time what I’d do
from the start
is learn to trust
those routes back.
And with what dizzying motion
navigate any direction
-- summer to spring and back again
any direction
but forward
and trust those
indelible patterns
stars aligned to guide
intimacy of having been before
an old friend’s hand in mine
always
heading home.
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