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For years I believed him—

no ideas
but in things

since I emptied
my closets
I see

no ideas
but in nothing

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silly woman
you look so
confused
beside
your
shredded
box

stunned
as infinity

escapes
to meet
itself

*another cataclysm 84

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But Not Quite

a day this blue
one
almost
forgets
how worlds
break violently
apart

empires
solar systems
this heart

*This poem is part of another 84 series (poems with 84 characters) exploring Brian Swimme’s powers of the universe, this time focusing on cataclysm, which refers to the way the universe necessarily destroys some of its structures allowing for “ongoing vibrant creativity to continue.” The 11 powers are outlined in EnlightenNext, Issue 47. The 84s are the brainchild of Barry Spacks, who corresponds with me back and forth in 84-character poems.

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Bare Soled

oh mountain
that I have tried
to climb for years, is that you
in the silt of this river
where I am wading?

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Hearth Breaking

I share again
the wild yeast
given to me

each loaf
a new revelation

so many lives fed
by one
living
bread

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Lunch in September

Inside the woman
who slices
the apple
is the girl
who fell
in love
with fall
because
of that
white
scent

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Look Around

Things fall apart—
the road
the cup
all I think
I know—

and
something
holds together
all this breaking

*This poem responds to the fourth power of the universe, as outlined by Brian Swimme, homeostasis. This is the way that the great achievements of the universe are maintained. For instance, mammalian bodies retain their structure, as does the biosphere, the oyster shell …

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Even Now

although it’s fact
that the forces
of the universe’s birth
permeate our all

let’s take it
personally

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And What Would Enough Be Like?


The disappearing world longs for you to touch it.
—Jim Moore

All winter, cherries,
I waited for you.

Already the orchard
nears empty,

my lips
not yet red enough.

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I Am the Same and I Change

After seven years
my body remembers
how to run—
not to,
not from,
but for
the wing
in my smile
when I run.

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