Sometimes

Only the harmonies survive

Keen, together, and as complete

As the chord joined, resolving into 

Breath as one.

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=qm-NGwTRMlw

Moving through Trouble

Nothing makes this easier

Season balks at its rebirth

Everywhere the vapors,

Discontent and worry,

And I’m thinking the

Best way to deal with all

Of this is to take it

One day at a time

And in the carousal of 

This particular spring,

Her barely-greenings dressed in 

White pinwheels or soft

Large-dropped gentle

Rain, or whatever they 

Are as long as there’s

No hard frost, 

Are blessings,

Are dreams’ remnants, 

And they are promises, and 

They are whole  

In their own times.

Elegy

Now you come up for air. 

The wind

Blows hard outside,

Bangs the storm door when 

You try to keep it open.

But you smell spring,

Stubborn, damnit, and 

You should know better than 

To doubt it. 

Now, at least

In season’s stall, 

There’s time for learning

When to plant, and what

Soil in this rich land 

Will nurture 

Ponca sacred corn,

Here, amid Haudenosaunee.

As in all things, just only 

Tethers we can’t see

Stitch this life 

Together, and the rest goes

To stars, sand and dust and 

Nighttime glows to

Morning. 

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=bQToGcTWSRQ