Bed Time

Don't tell Summer,
but I actually don't mind all these waving trees.
They sound a lot like sleep
who is my friend,
and when the river floods out flat
I can lie on that,
and my bed will show the reflection
of my dreams till Spring.

September 29 2017

 

Rift Valley

Thunderclap moments are common in Africa.

Consider standing where you can see down into the Rift Valley,

and remember that the giraffes look up incuriously 
as they pursue their serious business of demonstrating God 
before they die. 
The clouds pull rain across the endless grass;
somewhere a boy is always tasting 
his first orange soda in a strange land.
Life constantly begins and confronts, like a lion eyeing you.

September 26 2017
 

Episode

It wasn't a thing you could have known
would blindside you.
It wasn't something you could understand well enough
to see it coming and dodge. It all rushed at you.
It all flooded; you walked,
in leaves slapped on the street by rain
and in leaves ruffled into something animate by wind.
You thought too much.

It isn't ever the plan to abandon the good,
but to find it tiresome cuts things at the knees:
no point in saying what's been said before,
or is there? Unclear; no data: the precipice is found
under the toes of your sneakers.

This is where the boxed construction must be juggled, judged,
felt, and held. It would be a monster to unpack;
look at the way you're dancing around right now.
Wouldn’t it be great, wouldn’t it be happier, to just once
be on a street alone? Too bad it’s not an option.
Back to work. Pick a cyclone; let it hurl you through the air.

September 12 2017