Saturday, June 16, 2018

You thrust a spear into time
But like water time absorbs the thrust
The moment of now becomes past
In the river of history
Everything enters but nothing comes out
Gliding to an obscure ocean
Where only memory can prevail

You walk the hills
Your steps heading
To the high mountains
The country of snow
Where eagles glide overhead
And ice clings to the trees

Sunday, June 3, 2018

Where is the red bird?
Your astonishment, your joy?
You hear its song
But it’s hidden in the treetops
Shielded by clouds—
You wait the long day
For a glimpse
But are kept waiting in hope

Wednesday, May 16, 2018

A thin house in the distance
In mist and pale sunlight
Birds fly over
Dry, dusty grass
As you fall 
Awaking from a dream

Sunday, May 13, 2018

The voice comes in the middle of the night
A voice without sound or words
Instructing you as you bolt from sleep
From a disturbing forgettable dream
That there is an end beyond the days
Of toys and sex and youthful longing
The wordless recognition
That the film you are in is not yours
And the director will call the shots
Until the film has run its course

Saturday, April 14, 2018

When poison fills the porches of the ear
And corrupts the mind with a loss of trust
That can never be regained
Grievous doubt persists
And chills the heart
Love is a fantasy that cannot be stained
With reality

Wednesday, March 28, 2018

Waking up to hunger
The spur that sets the animals
To their games