The Weight of Water

The weight of water
bows the branches
dragged down by their leaves
they make a dark and misted tunnel
one good squeeze
as from a chimp's great hand
would relieve them of their burden
and springing back
they would let the droplets fly
back to heaven
and the sky
might give some back to me.

June 17 2010

Everything You Hear You Sing

Everything you hear you sing;
is that not high praise? Who would not
make music of reality?
True, you sometimes find quite different notes
from those you seek, but I have heard
that errors open up new paths
new songs
new life. Take this from me:
Practice always as you go; enjoy,
or do not do; and claim as your most precious right
that you may sing
and fail
and sing again.

June 11 2010

The Wind Blew In

The wind blew in like glory
and the trees put down their hands
and the children in the yard
were at a loss
so we went shopping.
There in the aisles we had no knowledge of
the deal that was made in the atmosphere
for the storm to pass us by
and when we wheeled our carts outside
the sky looked still to us
like expectation.

June 9 2010