Dream

Found this oddity from a while ago and thought I actually still liked it, so here it is.

so bright all we reached for
our hands        up          skyfullsparkling of
balloons and joyful sounds bubbling
              talking changes         and all then
we were running and the sand
                      underfoot and is wet
and shining
                          
                            dew

Bad Day Limerick

There are times when the goal of the day
is to get from point A to point A
(where point A is the bed
where you lay down your head)
without screwing things up on the way.

September 25 2011

The Proving Grounds

God smiled on you in the proving grounds,
an interval of sunlight
in a morning of heavy cloud.
I drove away soon after,
leaving you with the upset dog
while I looked for missing answers up the highway.
Saint Christopher and Saint Anthony went with me,
one to help me on my way
and one to help me find.
Given the forecast, I knew we could not hope to see God again
for at least a day or so,
but while I knew that we were heading into rain
I was happy you had seen Him
once
before the downpours came.

September 23 2011

This Day a Blessing

Let me count this day a blessing. Let me count
these two, this she, and he who barks
as messengers, sent by who
is that he is, to prove the more than is apparent, indeed
a wonderful abundance shot with changing light,
reverberant with echoes of a higher music whose
melody rings and lyrics sing a glad and great recounting
in harmony--whose perfect grace is only faintly glimpsed
in its complexity--of this my life,
my heart, my world,
my blessing.

September 20 2011

Summer Hunting

Swallows, dragonflies,
flock and swarm in blue. Summer
hunting fills the sky.

September 17 2011

A Foregone Green Conclusion

Counter-programming: Found this poem about Spring and Summer, thought the verge of Fall was as good a time as any to post it.

Suddenly I can't see through the trees.
There's a density to Summer 
that this cold Spring day presages:
abundance blocks the view.
Winter's density's a different thing
of snowpack and of blizzards
and deeply layered cold, 
beneath which slowly beats a torpid heart.
This resolution season,
anti to the Fall's slow dissolution,
was slow to yield--its buds were grudging,
stuck in burgeoning--but time, dark master, has arranged
its willy-nilly blossom to profusion,
and from here on out the foliage is just
a foregone green conclusion.

September 17 2011

The Day's Well Left

The day's well left to lie in pieces:
shadows
yellow lines along the road
and trees;
a puzzle needing none of my solutions.
God of evening, 
carry me gently forward into sleep.

September 9 2011