Tuesday, April 18, 2017
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
and the breeze
was so that
it enveloped me
with a kindness
of warmth
until I paused
to sit atop a fallen
sugar pine
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
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
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.
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
and the breeze
was so that
it enveloped me
with a kindness
of warmth
until I paused
to sit atop a fallen
sugar pine
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
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
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.
Thursday, October 20, 2016
Wednesday, October 19, 2016
Tuesday, October 11, 2016
Thursday, June 16, 2016
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.
Thursday, May 19, 2016
Friday, May 06, 2016
Wednesday, April 20, 2016
Monday, April 04, 2016
Saturday, April 02, 2016
Wednesday, January 06, 2016
Wednesday, December 30, 2015
Tuesday, December 15, 2015
Tuesday, December 01, 2015
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