Prospective Return

This is a place I could yearn to come back to.
This narrow wasteland
of shattered board on rounded rock,
these sunken channels filled with the last of daylight:
It is nothing but the storm's great draining board,
the place where land gives up the fight,
but in the season others leave behind,
it is his and mine.

November 23 2014

Working at Home

God strokes the cat-like back
of my crouching house with rain,
while I sit in its lamplit interior
warm, and feeling like a breathing heart.

November 18 2014

Vacationers

They're all talking about going to Florida.
Actually, shouting is more like it;
the whole neighborhood's a racket.
Ostentatious.
Uncalled-for.
Go.
See if I care.

Damn birds.

November 10 2014

A First Concert

If only I could tell enough the joy
oh my heart it filled
no spaces left not one because
you sat among the music.

November 4 2014