To understand is to perceive patterns.
— Isaiah Berlin
white car in the ditch
black car in the ditch, another
white car in the ditch
*
singularity
of each snowflake, not once
did I notice
*
driving in a snow
storm, watching myself
drive in a snow storm
*
a clear path
in the fast lane—the past passes
the future
*
how easily it erases
my car, the
falling snow
*
holding the steering wheel
the way I once held
your shoulders
*
between today and
tomorrow, one long
lane, two turns
*
driving toward Denver
I tell old thoughts to get out,
find another ride
*
Attention, said Ikkyu.
When asked to say more, he said
Attention, attention.
*
what I want, where
I am, the practice of letting them
collide
*
I forgot the tune
the snow doesn’t care
I sing anyway