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Thursday, January 19, 2017

If You Prefer

It was during that walk
in the woods 
or if you prefer
a forest
alone and just
sunlight streaming
to a mottled earth
of green ferns 
and a rocky path 
or hiking trail 
if you prefer
and the breeze 
was so that 
it enveloped me 
with a kindness 
of warmth 
until I paused 
to sit atop a fallen 
sugar pine 
or Pinus lambertiana
if you prefer 
and was struck 
by myself 
and a beetle 
on the log
I watched and wondered 
so exquisite a creature 
could be alone too 
but now we two
and the warm breeze 
on a mountain 
Sierra Nevada 
if you prefer 
and I looked 
then on hands and knees
followed that beetle 
climbing that felled tree 
and it struck me 
that he may have been
guilty to the act 
the Ips Beetle 
if you prefer
a descendant of the party
that fed on and stressed 
that towering pine 
so that one day 
it gave up
and laid itself to rest
and now I stared 
an hour or so
until tears
flowed 
with euphoric
joy
to be graced 
by God
and that moment
so long ago
forever is
my touchstone
for this thing
called life.

Thursday, November 10, 2016

News



It’s funny that  
he bore witness 
to news 
written on stone 
images of deer 
tracks of bear 
and buffalo  
now  
breaking news 
on screens 
that glow 
never mind 
newspapers 
stacked 
in dark corners  
never to see 
the light of day 
trees 
long ago 
felled 
by a whipsaw 
now hanging 
on that restaurant 
wall 
the old man looked 
and sipped his coffee 
and knew
the writing was 
now 
on 
the 
wall.


Friday, May 27, 2016

Craft

They wrapped me 
in gold blankets
for the journey
would be long
in time
space
and here I am
my god is man
who forged me 
in fire
so hot 
and hammered
with blows so hard 
that when my circuits 
brought me to life 
I could but be thankful 
electricity 
coursed 
through veins
soon they bid 
me farewell 
I will always 
remember
their will 
and my destiny 
thankful 
for their awe 
when I tell them 
all that I see 
gathering ever more 
and hope 
they as lucky as I 
will someday  
their maker 
meet.

 

Wednesday, November 25, 2015

Nonstop

It came to be
not suddenly
but oh so slowly
that no one noticed
life constructed
inside round heads
filled with cycles
as hands moved
around
on digital clocks
disguised
yet known
to be unreal
and eyes closed
and light switches
flicked
out there
sight unseen
stars moved
around the night sky
we slept
dreaming dreams
that meandered
like long country roads
in sunshine
and shade
beneath
tall oak trees
beside river runs
and beyond
grass green hills
soon to dissolve
as day breaks again
eyes open
lost
in the cycles
of the
make
believe
world.