Your theory of the conjured up countryside (April 18, 2010)

your theory of the
conjured up countryside
the very thing blueberry
Now tell me about the
arrowheads of longing
growing up between
those broken

branches

in a sudden thirst for unfamiliar (April 12, 2010)

in a sudden thirst
for unfamiliar,
bundle of a mass of twigs
sneak through cracks
weaving warm and quiet
with pleasure and surprise
find further pinpoints of
a blinding vivid blue
keep it smiling
loosely lightly
watching waiting
until the beginning

last moment

I am in a still grateful place (April 11, 2010)

I am in a
still grateful place
sleeping into silence
your nearness alongside,
through the air of the
cloudless blue-black, night

remember my smile

At first there were empty surroundings (April 10, 2010)

At first there were
empty surroundings
not even a secret
glance traced
on the map, but
I was alive
discovering new land;
days in a precarious hope
so different
so many miles

so long ago

We have taken different roads (April 9, 2010)

we have taken different roads
and our shadows left no trace
when we journey
quietly along and face to face
until the last and lingered gates
will you wait here first along
at last together.
all that you desire is waiting

and within.

Live by hope (April 8, 2010)

live by hope
beyond the window.
be curious about anything
and watch
silent
reverent
changed
I am only a name.
and still
the glimpse into
this private moment
I believe I have
never seen a maze

so winding

I loved the pure air (April 7, 2010)

I loved the pure air
the wilderness of not talk.
Sliding across smooth stones,
on either side a rushing torrent
the shadows lifted
The sound came
and paused again,
a little cry of caught from fallen
so soon.
the silver morning rising
seized by that wondering what

I could have wept

I wish to return to wander (April 6, 2010)

I wish to return
to wander
how deeply beloved
This slower tempo,
a plaintive whisper
unmoving lips.
it might have been
The light in the room
the tale is a long unfolded
my thoughts burning captive,
glowing wise.
I am only nothing more

And hoping to begin

What of the gently twisting candles (April 5, 2010)

What of the gently
twisting candles,
fantastic in the night
the light a Yawning silence,
like Solitude
down the hollow corridors,
I will wait, alone,
on the long winding stairway
until the last lonely night
is made helpless

by the dawn.

I followed further around (April 4, 2010)

I followed further around
and suddenly smiled
the spectacle of raspberries
and a bright blue door.
respond to finding
go and tell
soon this deeply golden
once

is as endless lost.

I left puzzled (April 3, 2010)

I left puzzled
the scent of something,
swept past.
scarlet geraniums
curiously bright

in the gray light of dawn

strange how the forest (April 2, 2010)

strange how the forest
was shimmering with silence
and all things spirit
the shadow across the age
stood waiting.
whitened with apprehension.
Then an echo, the color red

It turned out to be fire

before dawn (April 1, 2010)

before dawn,
this very delicately day
by instinct fell
nearby still, and fresh.
reassuringly familiar,
leaves were limping
losing color,
I gave thought an emptying
then dropped to a resting place
until the sun became

a huge enormous

eyes closed try faint whispers (March 31, 2010)

eyes closed
try faint whispers
outspread wings;
all the way.
grow forever more unknown,
against a dreaming,
made of lace
with great lifting
a slight darkness
time curled around
toward the waiting
until morning.
then silence--

going home.

all the shadowed descendants (March 30, 2010)

all the shadowed descendants.
appearing silently in their moment
stretched out unceasing
flowing through the jaded night,
My fears in slow smooth lunges.
Without comprehension
I am a small pebble on the bare floor.

against the blue.

that sudden sense (March 29, 2010)

that sudden sense
nighttime in the gardens
branches overhead,
the white walls against
blossoms drifted
a lost loveliness
the shade of violets,
time encircling close
against the candlelight.
I bear a name without a name,
the last to gaze

the freedom to wonder

The narrow path is glistening (March 28, 2010)

the narrow path is glistening
inside the twitch of coiled blue,
I remember now to take a stone
greet the lost, the disappeared
everything darker ever dreamed
the sound of Nothing

falling into place

Opening a parcel (March 27, 2010)

opening a parcel
Perhaps comes
out some milk,
contents settling
tossed a coin
some paradoxically
meandered tangled
never separate

But you must

Such a light hovered (March 26, 2010)

such a light hovered
in the evening,
leaving no trace
but I remember
I looked with wonder up
trembling with gladness.
it was a crystal nightfall,

silent

Surprise, the door swung open (March 25, 2010)

surprise, the door swung open.
think of one quite quick pleasure,
of perfection
as long as we can account for
this split second of being
curved around
piled into the past before
recognition Is enough;
there Is no empty bowl

careful to close the door