The doorway has
no lock, no knob, no latch,
not even a door
beyond it,
all you do not know
what keeps you
from walking through—
your own stone feet.
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged chance, indecision, poem, poetry on September 7, 2018| Leave a Comment »
The doorway has
no lock, no knob, no latch,
not even a door
beyond it,
all you do not know
what keeps you
from walking through—
your own stone feet.
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged chance, poem, poetry, risk on March 5, 2017| 2 Comments »
It’s a dangerous thing, the window,
with its curtains pulled to the sides—
it allows you to see through the walls,
but it doesn’t allow you to leave.
It shows you another possible world
while you are still shadowed inside.
And what is the voice that says, Jump?
And what is the voice that says, Hide?
And which voice is louder today?
And which voice chants low, a resonant drum,
Jump, it says, Jump, jump, jump,
to hell with the fall, and when you land,
if you’re not broken, run.
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged chance, doors, love, misunderstanding, poem, poetry on March 31, 2013| 1 Comment »
There are doors
we never see.
Just this morning
I failed to find
the door that would have led me
to a deeper understanding of your heart.
Sometimes it’s hidden
because we do not find the handle.
Sometimes because we try the handle once
and the door sticks,
a trick into thinking
it is locked.
And sometimes,
distracted by a leaf, a siren,
a blue, blue sky, the door
stands wide open
and still we walk by.
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged chance, haiku, in love with life, luck, poem, tanka on February 20, 2013| 6 Comments »
my whole life
preparing me for this moment—
10:19 p.m.
*
rolling down my window
to ask directions, hearing
a chorus of birds
*
new snow on the grass
this, too, the scent
of exploded stars
*
please, I said
to the sun, don’t go
some part of me
reveling in asking
the impossible
*
my whole life
preparing me for this moment—
10:20 p.m.