Saturday, July 21, 2018

You and the squirrel
His brown eyes signaling recognition
He stands in begging posture
On his finely articulated feet
Imploring you as a brother
In a world we did not make
Or a shape we did not voluntarily assume
In a past life he could have been you with the bag of nuts
And you could have been the one with the fluffy tail and searching hard brown eyes

It is only reciprocity
It is the blue sky
Calm as graves
That impresses peace
You wander among the stones
And stare at a large white motionless


Saturday, June 30, 2018

The nervous twitching of the birds
Heads cocking and bobbing
Eyes scanning
Feathers ruffling
With beaks darting to inspect and clean
You throw food and they fly away 
Only to return with great caution
To get their free meal—
Such anxiety and suspicion is
Almost human 

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