Wandering freely joy-filled Lightcrossing universes with a notionCuriosity on wheels, on wings,on jetpacks, mobile dreamsever always in merry motion…Wants to see, wants to know,no boundaries where the Light can go! Try it out, try it on, form of solid matter–Ponderous, preposterous,time-bound hungering hulk of masssenses appalling and imperious…Wants to touch, to feel, to feedearthbound sack …
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The Wind
You cannot see the wind. It moves the trees, pushes clouds across the sky, surges waves across the lake and sea; You can hear it– whispering through the forest, whistling ’round windows and chimney pots mourning over hollows in the land; You can witness as it tears the world by shreds of gossamer and flying signs, sends dust spiraling up into a summer …
Under the Night
“Defenseless under the nightOur world in stupor liesYet everywhere ironic points of light flash outwherever the just exchange their messages…“ Like Auden’s flashing lightssparking in the darknessthat so often seemsso immense, so overwhelming,so defeating–we greet each other despite different timesand great distances between,and know that there is Lightalways in the nightand we are not aloneif only …
Day Light
Sunrise…push against the lightest misty rainoff to the west,a rainbow unfoldingto grace the dawning. Sunlight… strike across the land below the cloudsgilding treetops;Balloons rise like gems againsta steel-blue lowering sky. Sunset…flame upon the sky, rose-gold upon the rising moonthen fade and leave the skyto the bright and wandering stars.
MID SUMMER DREAMING
I have and remember the best dreams that come just before waking. This morning, I dreamed of planting a spiralling grove of ginkgo trees… starting at the center and spiralling outwards, adding a new sapling every year. I got to thinking how far apart they should go to have room to grow, though eventually, to …
STAY ANGRY
Stay angry! Not riotously, weeping, screaming hate angry–but soul-cleansing angry:Keep burning with the inner fires that burn away the blockages and incursions into your soul that living in these Dysfunctional States of America have enabled. Stay angry, stay determined, stay encouraged! Keep insisting that what we have gotten used to as ‘normal’ is actually mortal …
CALIFORNIA SUMMER
I lived three summers, age3 to nearly 6, in northern California. This is how I remember it. Summer heat–sweet reliefin darkened hallbeneath the fan,the rumbling wind,the stormthat blew the coolall through the house…I’d catch a chill and die,they claimed.Disbelieving,driven out to play,I’d waitanother chance… Summer feet–freed from socks and kedsnot alwayssufficiently awareof bees among the …
LONG ISLAND SUMMERS
When I was nearly 6, I was sent across the country to live on the outskirts of New York City. That was where I lived the next 12 summers, in Glen Cove, Long Island and then in northeastern New Jersey. I’d go backfor just a moment,perhaps as longas one day and a night,enough, I think,to …
MOTHER AND CHILD
I cannot quiteput a finger on it,nor pin downthe feelings in my heartnow I am homefrom visiting with you… A deal of historylies there between usas it has lain.gathered over yearsof awkwardness,uncertainty,resentment,guilt,embarrassmentover many momentsmiscalculated,misinformed,misunderstoodbetween us… Now I am older,you are oldand grasp your cupwith two frail and twisted handsthat once were capableof wringing outa washcloth …
Words of the Times
We walk in the worldwith steps faltering and learningoff balance more than notwhile muscles learn and grow… Time favors stepping outand hopping, running, skipping.dancing to musics heardboth within, without… Days and years passwith steps certain, confidentambling through a lifebut not in charge… Until the sudden daywhen all around the world shiftsgravity goes sidewaysstreams flow up, …
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