Sunday, December 23, 2018

Moving Through This

I was thinking about lavender 
How depending on the light
It deepens violet 
Into fields where I have been 
But often can’t
Quite adequately recall, 
The pictures in my mind’s eye bracing
Or is it bracketing  
One grove after another, 
One grove into another, 
Other times the color shifting 
Subtle as it 
Fades, as it
Pulls my eye to 
Horizon. 
Let what seeks you find you 
I think about that 
I begin to understand it.
Let all seeking find you;  
Paths with newness 
Never contemplated, 
Pushed away, haze obscuring 
Such connections always 
Waiting, although 
I fear to look to
Find them. They may find me.
i don’t do this 
I say to myself 
Slow down, you move too fast
Now, breathe, and wait, 
It feels decision but therein, 
Some needed, wanted  
Worlds exist in perfect tension. 
Anyway
In the night black house
The dog snores
Into the next, and beside me 
He too snores, sleeping deeply now 
Perhaps even healing into 
This. 
And this. 
I close my eyes, 
The colors of
My sleep arrive, scented
And wafting
Across the Pyrenees, winds swaddling
Memories, the young girl on her bicycle, 
In Isere
Not knowing then how 
She’d be pedaling now 
Across the fields of France. 

December 15 




Saturday, December 15, 2018

In a New December

In deepest trust
Therein the tacit blooms, we 
Make our deals,
We do what we want, need to do,
The coming quarter seems, so far,
To be all right, and we 
Find, we are finding that 
Path that looks like love. 

Friday, December 14, 2018

Breathing Room

A gift like no other
Another kind of making space 
For clarity,
Like light, it seeks 
All of its rays, answering 
Such questions as
Why not?
The fields along I-90
Upstate glowed gold,
A pale ethereal, 
Vast in formative, familiar vista, 
But underground sublime
In geologies of ice and lakes
And another time along the 
Lake, cast up from eastern
Morning storm, a grey pearl 
Pink thrown to the sky from water. 
What I needed, what was 
Answered, a way to keep
On moving,
Whole.