Friday, December 11, 2015

Poem for Today

Animals in the Cold

Shivering makes me a puppet,
Dancing to the crystal strings of a deep,
and enrobing cold.

Suddenly, the shaking is in one limb, even just one muscle,
Then its another.
Movement and pause in untimed waves.

Yet, the twitching and its effects,
Become a type of relief.

Ahead, a sleek and low slung coyote crosses the chilled morning road.
Aware, controlled, purposeful.

Turning its angular head,
It gazes at me for a moment,
Then it moves on.
It knows it has nothing to fear from the trembling man.

Tuesday, August 26, 2014

Poem for Today

Walking in Fields

Talking to the sunflowers in the evening,
Their heads are down, 
Arched very low,
In a terrible despair,
As if they see nothing left.

I tell them not to be afraid,
That their love will be back tomorrow,
I know it will be better for them.

I speak to them,
Because it make me less alone,
And like them, I am also looking at the ground, 
But at least I can keep moving.

August 2014

Tuesday, June 24, 2014

Poem for Today


Topography of morning,
As the sun skittles over the canvas of your body.

The wandering galaxy of my life,
It is written,
In the twinkling freckles and dark stars,
Flowing over your naked back.

Gleaming like a negative night,
Obverse of the sky.

My lips touch the inclined hill of your shoulder,
And your eyes finally open.

June 2014

Monday, October 14, 2013

Poem for Today

Letters from the Far West

Speaking no one else's languages,
I float,
Listening to the padded tap of waves.

The shore is quiet,
Drying foam at the junction of the beach.

Sending cards and letters from the edge of the earth,
It seems like I am tossing pebbles,
Spiraling them them into this vast and blank, liquid face of nature,
and hoping the ripples will get to you.
And then, that you will find meaning in the bumps on the water.

But now the wind picks up,
and so the waves are being pushed back onto the sand.

April 2013

Poem for Today

On Writing

In Crowds,
Not like them,
But supposed to be of them.

I want to be connected,
Yet, I want them to go.
Leave me.

So that I do not look strange to others,
I try to keep myself busy,
Falsely doing something,
Like writing this.

August, 2013

Thursday, August 22, 2013

Poem for Today

In Strange Lands

Perhaps the small animals I see,
They mean more to me,
Because in strange lands,
I have no courage to speak to other people.

Only the silly fat bees,
And the mysterious cats,
They stop and come close.
I cannot tell if they are smiling.

August 2013

Wednesday, August 7, 2013

Poem for Today


Girl with little feet,
Tiny dangle of clustered toes,
Tasty. Glistening bold as bright cherries.

When I see the sun early -
Cracking the clouds from the Western sea,
It means everything good,
As warm as seeing you sleep next to me.

Our dog lifts its tumbled and dozy head,
Blinking back at me, 
Then she curls tighter,
Spinning into the fold of your knees.
Completely understanding why I am smiling at you.

August, 2013