Friday, December 25, 2020

Moving into Rain


This blessed rain
Pours and hammers, 
Splatters,
Floods, 
Washes
Washes
Washes Earth
Travels in currents
Builds in grey galleons
Falls in its torrents
Washes miseries, 
Miseries
I thought it could be snow
I thought it could be green Christmas
I thought it could be grey, 
Sadness inexplicable.
These winter solstice ends of day,
Though,
Gleam through bare trees standing
In the distance, flames burnishing 
Up from ground, horizon’s twilight sky 
Pulled into 
Solstice change,
To rain.
Maybe all of this
Is what is always there for us to hear
To apprehend,
But in the strife,
This night,
Craving waiting gentling
I dare to wish 
The turning. 

December 25, 2020

Wednesday, December 9, 2020

Wasted Time

Too old, sort of, to get hung up

On wasted time. 

Not a thing might change, except

Some less elusive sleep. 


https://youtu.be/nWlEsta4xS8



Tuesday, December 1, 2020

In the Old Times

Hito, he had red hair
And in the old days, 
Oh any music and we danced
Even if there wasn’t a sound
But the moon singing in the trees, a star
Or two that we could see
Above the canyons,
The music could change
And on we went, well
You know, on in 
This life. 
In this life
We carry on, riding
Currents, 
Maybe, even, into the next.
Sometimes right before he’d 
Come to find me, I already knew, 
I’d watch him, narrowing my eyes 
To better see him, 
Watch to see him coming 
Through the cottonwoods 
By his place down on the river
The currents sparkling, 
Part of the dance