Saturday, June 25, 2011

gazing at the gentle conversation
of light and shade
the whirlwind of life
slipping into the background quietly
for a moment let me stay and
cling to the cosmos

balance the day

Thursday, June 23, 2011

reflection for William

you are in our thoughts
a beautiful calm
in a reflected pool

Wednesday, June 22, 2011

there are no tears in the woods

Monday, June 20, 2011

Saturday, June 18, 2011

Wednesday, June 15, 2011

Tuesday, June 14, 2011

Friday, June 10, 2011

at the windshield

some come here to grow
some to pass away
under a canopy shelter
surrounded by rust
and glass

Thursday, June 9, 2011

Wednesday, June 8, 2011

Saturday, June 4, 2011

Thursday, June 2, 2011

to that fixed place

I sought after a horse this morning

A large draught to have trust in me

Wanting to walk a field to where he was grazing

He would know I was coming before I knew

Before I knew how much I needed to feel his strength

In the heat on his massive neck under a matted mane

To tap him on the side of his great calf

He would pick up his hoof

And I would pick a small nagging stone

From his tormented frog

I looked and looked

But couldn’t find a horse

So I went back to Root Road

Familiar in memory

But it had changed once again

The derelict cars looked more earth then vehicles now

Heat penetrated the leaves of tall trees

I allowed the mosquitoes to have their way with me

Didn’t kill a one wanting to feel the presence around me total

Prying the door of an old International pick-up

I sat behind the broken steering wheel

Ran my hand along a cob-webbed dash

Feeling the strength in the heat of time

And of the farmer’s reluctance to give up

The horse for the truck