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Nine Oh Three

Here, a room

a floor bed near a window

On, a radio

a cacophony of voices down low

A glass of red

A notebook and pen

A resting nest

An introspection

A pack of we’ll see

A lamp to illumine

A night vision

A solo tour

A hovering

A view of two tall winter trees

A crosshatch sky

An obscured moon

On the wall, a clock

An hour and minute

An absence and presence

A ritual

A candle flame

A flickering reflection

A faraway

A song sung

The CBC

Nine oh three

Nine oh three

Nine oh three

Is There No Perfection

Who is there to ask

for definitions not yet discovered

A lonely imagination

pausing to look out upon darkest night

What layers comprise

perfection in form or grace or sound

Spirit of winter

Instruments built from ice of frozen lakes

cut from their melancholy depths

Are there screams

echoing from the drawings to surface

Is there acquiescence

breathless upon a reluctant entrance

And why forever

is it never quite good enough to placate

Our perpetual longing

like Alcyon waiting for Ceyx

To The Living

If you have a bell, ring it

If you’ve a vision, sketch it out

If you’ve a story, speak it

If you’ve an idea, expandexplore don’t doubt

If you’ve a song to sing, sing it

Shine your light

This is your contribution to life

No matter what

No matter who

You alone validate you

A single light in the darkness

Might become two

Opening the Cage

Someone stirs Poet

imagining her a steamy soup made from river water

He only need stir and wait stir and wait

Boiling sends germs skyward

or so Someone has come to believe

Chains without locks unsteady his focus

but the jingling is comforting, a burden endured willingly for the prize

Red-winged blackbird alights in the hemlock’s shade

his song urging shuffling, then a reluctant stumble of a dance step

Oh distraction! Someone sways in reverie

disturbing the balance of malcontent

Poet escapes while Someone shakes a wooden spoon

that is not a spoon but a rattle with a song

Someone lifts a heavy head of grey anger

resisting the fragility of whispering clouds

Not yet has awareness opened wide enough

to notice Poet has taken the chains

Not yet Someone notices new lightness

Possibility in steps

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

Walls

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No scenery

out this window

No inspiration

planned for me

No green

No blue

No sunrise or stars

No midnight moon view

No windsong gently swaying

between leaves of tall trees

Ah but I can still find beauty

in the quiet lay of these red bricks

I can imagine

careful hands that set them here

I can count them

I can find marks unique in each one

I can watch shadows for hours

as days and seasons pass

And I can find light

shining back from my Wall

clear through my window

straight into me.

 

 

 

Light

Shoes are optional

No one stands guard

No entry fee or protocol

you you You arrive

Ask: is this my home?

Is this the beginning of the journey—My Journey

—Is it The End?

Not much on offer in view

Many before you have crossed

Limestone is reliable shelter

You could enter settle stay

While you contemplate others’ bones sink deeper

These walls are reinforced by thousands

who arrived hesitated undecided lived died calcified

Are you hungry?

Is imagination driving you forward or rendering you static?

Is your heart—

you remembered to bring it, yes?

Is your heartbeat a barely detectable murmur or a drumline of thunder?

What are the lyrics to Your Song

or have you not yet written them in invisible ink upon Your Skin?

You willed yourself here

Look around

You are alone but for birdsong wind green leaves clay and stone

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Repeat

It means nothing

Inhale now stretch clench your jaw close your eyes

Howl until all breath is spent

Then step one foot in front of the other as though

you know Your Intention acknowledge it

as You Walk with confidence toward The Light

Time is fading and despite appearances The Journey is long

rife with tricksters detours delays poor signage distractions

Your purpose is not singular

Your path is not direct

and Life is positively short.