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One New Teacher

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , on December 13, 2024| 3 Comments »


 
 
while I sit and stew about the world,
the bird across the river
never ceases in its singing

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At Four Forty-Six a.m. When I Can’t Sleep

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , on July 7, 2024| 6 Comments »


 
 
The birds are there.
Their predawn songs
float through
the open window,
and I almost hate
in that moment
that beautiful sound
that enters the dream
I am not having
to perch on the branch
of awareness.
I want to ignore
their song.
Want to not know it.
Want to sleep through it.
But I think of my friend
in the Middle East
who wrote me last week.
I doubt there are
any birds left in Gaza,
she said.
Then there is no more sleeping.
Then I lie there and think
how lucky it is
to hear the birds,
though I can no longer tell
if their song is lament
or praise.

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While in the Middle of Many Errands

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , on November 12, 2023| 13 Comments »

At the edge of the Big Five parking lot,
in a tree still fully leafed out in November,
there must have been hundreds of invisible birds
all singing as if singing is what a day is for,
and the riotous song traveled
over the vast black asphalt sea
crossing all the organizing straight white lines—
so much song for such a small tree—
and stunned, my daughter and I stood and listened,
our rush stopped by the glorious commotion,
as if awe is what a day is for,
as if we exist to be stretched ever wider by disbelief,
as if we are here to know ourselves
as part of something greater,
the world calling us again and again
deeper into the mystery.

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seven haiku

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , , , , , , , , on January 24, 2012| 2 Comments »

those wild geese
edging the clouds, my thoughts fly
beyond their wings

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just one more row
I think, and knit one more and think
just one more row

*

the night pressed
its darkness into me, what
could I do but open

*

these ears
go on a long walk looking
for bird song

*

while no one’s watching
I trade all my molecules
with the night

*

did someone sow
all those stars, or did someone
trip and spill the bag

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walking at two below
both questions and answers
come out as clouds

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