Posted in Uncategorized, tagged aliveness, love, outside, sadness on October 31, 2020| 5 Comments »
Certain I can’t carry
another sadness,
I step outside
and let the shine
of the mid-morning sun
stroke my cheek
like a lover.
And the air has a strange
bright citrus tang,
and I inhale it
again and again.
Whatever it means
to be alive,
it has something
to do with this—
the scent of leaf
and soil and shadow.
The astonishing warmth
of a late October day.
The weight
of loving another,
that weight
without which
I would be nothing.
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged brokenness, nature, oneness, outside, poem, poetry, solace, unity on October 18, 2012| 2 Comments »
In the field
the ache of brokenness
is less.
Everything here
is broken.
Ground. Stems.
Sound.
I could bear
almost anything
I think
if I sit here long enough
alone
in tall dry grass
with the sun
slung low
and still warm
enough,
the wind
stirring the air
and carrying
my thoughts
some other where
till all that is left
is sky mind
and sky
a field
a winging shadow
passing through
my shadow.