Once there was
Absence
Now screens rain
Abundance
What will become
of these rivers
whose content spills
Flooding every field
With Poetry?
The Flood
Stairway
Eight steps to drifting
No return no ticket home
Give in to the sky
When Death Comes
8 Pandemic Poems
Wall Messengers
No conversations
Villagers have all gone home
Walls whisper hello
Have I Noticed
Offerings of kindness
Rising in many voices
A choir of improvised repertoire
Without a director mouthing
Cues or wielding a baton
Movements of compassion
Calls for vigils of the voiceless
Sufferers hidden or locked away
Unimportant stragglers occupying
Shadowy edges of humanity
Fields of creativity
Undulating without want of rest
Collaborations across borders
Unheard of and unknown linking minds
With restlessly famous
Nests of hummingbirds
Barely larger than fairytale thimbles
Revealed as unexpected gifts
These hours and days of altered stasis
Toss madness with solitude’s clarity and wonder
I Tried but Could Not Yet
I tried but I cannot yet do what must be done
Write a simple sonnet the friendly man says
Begin right after I read you this one
Maybe I haven’t yet worked hard enough
He seems so sure I’ll find the flow
Write about flowers or write about the blues
Write fourteen lines about buying new red shoes
Write a simple sonnet the friendly man says
Soon as you do you’ll be slipping into some silver sonic address
Reciting Dante while riding a horse called Volta
Through some echoing ancient forest
Next to Prosodic Avenue
I’ll be waiting for you.
gift
Here is a small gift
For hours you can look and look
Sun rises then sets
Sahara Wanderings
Toss away your sandals
To ascend you must feel one with the dune
Inhale this silence
At crest gaze into ripple
Winds carry prints of those before you
Into the ether
Mind your time in its passing
Golden sands swallow sun so soon
Venus guides you
Descend with your shadow
Drift your memory to the other side
Full moon rising
Doors of Song and Wonder
I heard you singing a song whose melody spoke to me
Sunlight upon your door beckoned to move closer in
I heard your voice fall and rise in a language unfamiliar
Echoing distant quiet longing
Who were you then
Where are you now
Hesitation leaves opportunity unresolved
Are you singing still
Is the song the same
Wonder is the gift you gave me
