Love. Pain. The way the woman next to me on the subway smells. The way the dead leaf wafts from the tree long after its death. Joy. Frustration. The vibrant sounds of drumming from an exuberant boy. The tiny interruptions to your one, long thought. Spent. Gained. The mild fatigue at the end of a …
There’s a late, Spring snow falling outside. People are dealing with nuclear fallout In Japan. It seems strange how the events of The world and on my back deck Both affect me. The impact of each is profoundly Different. For I still know that it is Spring even with the snow falling. I celebrate the …
Listening to the drip, drip, drip Of a day of thaw Is a great reminder: I want to miss neither The individual drop Nor the deluge. Both have their own Beautiful part in the Flood. Each is complete In itself. Both are beautiful. I easily become Transfixed on The drop. It holds so much Mystery …
One thing counts: It may be love, It may be compassion, It may be delight, Or it may be beauty, But one thing counts. I awake to the chill of Morning and know that This is not a day to be Wasted or even Taken for granted. For to make even one Thing count, I …
(give the heartspace) Given its opening And closing, This heart is less A witness to The outside world And more a testament To its own inner Habits and occasional Hermitages. Not too priestly though Is its reckoning. It is more of an Artist: Full of itself at times And crushed by Its own weightiness At …
As the moment of wonder Leads me into its myriad Of fears and inspirations I begin — however tentatively — To ponder the mere shadow Of substance that I can offer With my longings and loves. Then again, I hold sacred The power of “the one” When it is someone else. Why not hold it …
“Cat got your tongue?” I’d have to say no Except for the fact That I have nothing To say. Nothing — that is — Except for my meager Attempts to verbalize The bottomless Pit of my fear and love And how they become A melting pot that Overflows with longings And wishes and Wishes that …
Inspiration is exceptional. Do not take it for granted. I awoke in a thick sweat, Though our bedroom still Had the chill of Morning air. I knew there was much To do And chose not to make Much a do about other Things this morning. I took the guitar off It’s rack and plucked A …
Being unemployed has several side-effects: Reduced income, eating away at money saved up For other purposes, and most of all — time on my hands. I kept seeing the time on my hands as a mystery to Be delved into and decided upon. Now, I realize that it is a simple gift. I had seen …
One of the things I noticed about you first Was the way you gazed in awestruck joy At beauty. I’m sure that others have this gift. I just had never noticed before you, In the way I saw it in you. And so often when I could not see the Beauty you saw, I would …
