Monthly Archives: August 2014

Overcast, Full Moon, Rain

Overcast Full Moon Rain

Does the insect know he has a shadow
or what it is cast from

When he moves from lamplight
and the moon cannot remember him

behind the scrim of rain and the shadow drifts
into illegibility does it add its unknowing

to the black page   these lines are my shadow
are what the moon remembers

The Ancient Ones

The Ancient Ones

 

We think we see them flying by
in a whir almost invisible

until one alights by our table
I know from the way it looks at me

that we are the ancient ones
outliving fin and hoof and claw

outliving the water’s eyes and the wings
outliving these young things our spirits

Open Window

Open Window

 

Things come in at night
the voice of one locked out

the voice of one who locked him out
(this may be the last room they share)

Artist Painting Over Canvas

Artist Painting Over Canvas

detail from painting by Mary Winifred Hood Schwaner

detail from painting by Mary Winifred Hood Schwaner

The last I saw of the antlers
the cloud resembling a tomato

half materialized tree leaning
against years of gypsy weather

the old woman always
in the background always goes last and

she is the only one who comes back
but now you have decided to leave her

there her face whitewashed with relief
not finished enough to paint over

a tree begins behind her a brown stroke
in the foreground a young woman

her hands hold something valuable
you can see it in her face

even though the thing she holds
is almost out of the picture not yet realized

red vest light blue garment against
the yellow field past the dirt path

what will she hold and will she offer
it before the white brush comes down

you dab her face as if wiping away
a tear and promising her she will stay

the road darkens in the fading light
or is it growing relief the old woman’s

face does not change the tree
behind her branches off the canvas

 

[with a nod to bussokuseki’s “Earnest Offering” and ideas of erasure it inspired]

Fore-cast

Fore-cast

 

The breeze comes as promised
without rain but we don’t mind

so much is unreliable a sunny
afternoon unpredicted is welcome

and as last year and the years
before on summer days like this

yellow walnut leaves cascade
a promise the breeze won’t break

If Lucky

If Lucky

We stay with the day just another wave
sliding into the palm of sand so inclined

to hold what is offered even so briefly
as if time made a difference when

the difference has left us these lives
on the thin film between sky and earth

I’m good at earthquakes
you said and you at thunder

After Rain, Foothills

After Rain, Foothills

 

Remnants of clouds
wasps hovering over the hollows

The storm a black wall in the sky
a father turning his back

cars break the quiet
thoughts attending their own wake

and now you
are you you or what you mean

Haiku Explaining Erratic Behavior at Work, Mid-Afternoon

Haiku Explaining Erratic Behavior at Work, Mid-Afternoon

 

woke early to drive
Irish mathematician
to small town airport