Monthly Archives: March 2014

Lotus Compass Points

Lotus Compass Points

 

Some times you have to go
deep enough in so
there’s no way
out
before a sense
of real direction
develops

*

Orange sun sets through gap in clouds
in the midst of a spring snow flurry

does nothing know its place?
or I have forgotten nothing

has its place here

*

Mist rises from trees
ghosts of foliage
longing for last summer
Sometimes I feel a ghost

in myself a burning off
that I mistake for rising
It clouds the moon
between us

*

Navigating mountain fog road
I slow to the speed of the visible

The sun only a white rumor
all wild empty air just out of reach

Descent brings clarity
a painted line, the next curve ahead

truths higher than any
enveloped peak

excerpts from an anniversary poem

Note: As the earth rotated through another vernal equinox, my wife Mary and I celebrated the 25th anniversary of a day in Boston when I served her a poem called “Invitation.” We count that day as the beginning of our relationship, and as a day even more noteworthy than our wedding day, on the autumn equinox seven and a half years later. What follows are excerpts from a poem marking the occasion last week. // JSS

Memos for the Next Twenty-Five Years

1.

Your red dress and leather jacket in Brookline.
You rented a room from a family named Antler.

This should have been a message to me:
animals would gather on us like moss.

I communed with a skunk around a garbage can
in a dead silent, achingly cold early morning walk

away from your apartment. One sunrise we awoke
on a cold spring porch to find two squirrels,

One laying upon the other calmly,
looking at us from a limb on porch level.

[from] 3.

If our love was a street sign, William
Christenberry would have stolen it.

4.

“You take care of your family
and I’ll take care of mine.”

This was the first time we were recognized
as what we were becoming.

In the middle of the spring night,
visiting the horse in the barn

Beneath a thousand hovering swallows

**

7.

A mile walk to Bull Street
with ten bags of groceries.

8.

The dog at the daycare fence knew you
so you took him home.

9.

Cardamom husks. Emptiness.

***

13.

Everything fell with the towers
but us. Everyone in love

Must have felt that.

14.

We suddenly find ourselves
with a view of ancient gods.

Why are we so at home
under these foreign skies?

We suddenly find ourselves
again. Spring expands to summer.

People bring you stories
and you show them the stories’ faces.

15.

Outside is the cat with the human face.
And others. Inside, another face:

Sophia’s. And I am home, with you
and her and the animal kingdom.

16.

So much joy, so little work.
But I can hear the clock ticking

to find a safe haven as surely
as I can hear the second heart

beating inside you.

17.

We moved from magnolias
to snow and road salt.

I wore suits to work. I dreamed
our daughter’s name.

I held your hand in wonder
as the doctor unwound

the cord that had stopped Aurora
from rising; free, she blustered forth.

But held still in Granny’s arms,
both dozing in their own direction,

In late summer light.

*

[from] 19.

That most rich May!

*

21.

Wandering the desert of our basement
even the camel-backed cricket
finds its oasis.

22.

Back in a big old house
in a small old town.

The proportions of anxiety
slowly shrink back to the size

of stray cats. Surrounded
by tombstones and gypsies

we are calm, and
play returns.

23.

Our old soul companion has fallen.

24.

Music is filling the house
flowing out from the windows

The moon clambers over
an abandoned building to listen with me.

Our dogs spread out in the backyard
below like quarter notes across

a hilly composition.

*

MaryWinifred10312013

Family Riddle Night…

Family Riddle Night

 

Okay, so the family is reading The Hobbit aloud, and  a few nights ago we read the famous fifth chapter, “Riddles in the Dark,” in which Bilbo Baggins and Gollum engage in a riddle game.

Tonight, my six year old son started writing riddles and asking us to answer them. They were pretty good, the girls got into it, and before long we were all doing it.

Here is my contribution to the family riddle night…

What has no legs but is always walking
no mouth to speak of but always talking
arms has none but ever reaching
knows no thing but always teaching
with no eyes it still perceives
cannot stay but never leaves
visits banks but owns no coins
has no trunk but branches joins
carries much but bears no weight
transparent early, opaque late
immune to reason, love or hate
fear or pity, day or hour
stop it and it shares it power
appease it and it pays no heed
draws no breath, knows no need
yet earth’s largest body feeds?
On the way to giving all
at its most free when it falls

 

I am sure you can guess the answer.

End of the Day

End of the Day

 

By the end of every day I want to leave nothing unsaid
who knows when the next time to say it will be?

If it is tomorrow so much the better
I want to kiss my son’s head carry my daughters

as they sleep from our bed to theirs
though it is not as easy as it was a few years ago

and touch foreheads with each dawn
before light burns our silent words away

*

Hollow-boned bird on the twig of this moment
knowing that twig is not home but all there is

to perch on I want to catch up with my own
lightness full of all that wings will cover

or carry with a piece of the end of the day
to add to the nest which will be good enough

when I alight at dawn and for the dusk
I will one day wordlessly drift down to

To An Old Tune

To An Old Tune

 

Always a surprise to hear your voice
and realize you are still with me

I must persist in you and grow less quiet
now and then like a song that comes to mind

or maybe like the years hum a little louder
without recognition above the level of crickets

distant trains garbage trucks or maybe you have
loved me this long and I’m still surprised by that