That road curves away

And the crossing is behind us

What was around that bend

Well, it’s still there, but we aren’t

I can’t see it, of course

And you can only guess

At how the sun, there, warmed the skin

And how the light breeze combed its fingers

Through the sheaves of your earthy hair

Why lament for water-carved canyons

And dried-up riverbeds?

Time is a map of choices

Can a compass needle, quivering,

Point everywhere at once?

(1/21/15)

Impossibly wedged

Seeds thrust their green from grinding slabs

In ungenerous dust

Voracious clouds descend

Mandibles tear away photosynthesis

Common tempests expose tender roots

White-heat from a single eye withers

Yet we wonder that such genesis

Might not spring joyously up

Extending every fiber towards the yearning love

That should nurture it completely

Cursing the lazy neglect of the windblown shingle

And that the sun’s mirror mask is not dutifully worn

Darwin’s judgment is ever on our lips

Inscribing an elliptical curse of misinterpretation

(9/10/14)

Singularity

Leaf on the Wind

The Iron Surfer

Find that place

That center

Unsoiled by the day

The unsolicited violence

Of being so obviously different

In the quietest way

Go there

Shut the door

Listen to your heartbeat

Trace safety with your finger

Ward off what smells your blood

And catch your breath.

Neither dark nor light

Has a place there.

(1/15/14)