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News of the War

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , , , on February 25, 2022| 7 Comments »




The newscaster speaks
and beneath you
the floor becomes ice
and the world
is speeding
on balding tires
and the moment
is the highway
and all is fishtail
and the brakes
are useless now—
and the cliff so close
and you brace
against nothing
and the only way
to correct a slide
is to turn
into the slide—

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Concentric

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , , , , on November 26, 2018| 2 Comments »

 

 

 

See, I want to say to my son. See

how the pond has frozen in thick,

 

continuous curves. See all the lines,

how they ring each other, like dozens

 

of tiny orbits. I want to show him

the marvel of it all, but he is too old

 

now for marvels, or perhaps too young,

the precise age where beauty is boring.

 

And so I take the child of myself to the pond

and show her the rings. I resist the urge

 

to explain how the meltwater formed them,

how surface-tension forces make liquid melt

 

cling against the lower parts of the ice.

Instead, I let her gaze at the miracle,

 

trace the concentric bands with her fingers.

How curious the rings are, like frozen halos

 

that fit enormous angels. How astonishing

in their design. Just wait till I show her

 

we can walk on it, too. I let her amazement

become my own, our feet slipping

 

across the smooth surface, our breath

rising in white ephemeral curls.

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Five Currents

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , , on January 28, 2016| 6 Comments »

 

 

 

choked with ice

the river impedes itself—

I catch myself

thinking

it is beautiful

 

*

 

why dream

of unrestricted days

says the part of me

that stands

in my way

 

 

*

 

love, let us

be naked together—

how did we ever

get fooled that we

are not enough?

 

*

 

dark current

its edges invisible—

just because

we can’t see the path

doesn’t mean it isn’t there

 

*

 

a lifetime,

not long enough

to watch the river move across itself

and still this moment

holds everything

 

 

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Walking on the River Ice

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , , , on January 21, 2013| 3 Comments »

I love this place beneath the cliff.
The sun does not shine here all winter.
The water flows and the water
stops itself in the cold and the water
finds a new way. I remember
how quiet it was when I told you
what you did not want to hear.
Perhaps the clock kept keeping time
but the moon stopped.
I think of how much has changed
since then. And how much
life is the same. The silence
here is beautifully made. It is more than
the small sound of the moving
river. It is more than memory.
Suffering is not the only truth.
There is joy. There is grace.
There is peace.

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