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lost in this meadow

deep in the grass

so easy to think

there is no path—


ask the mice

ask the stars

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it was never meant to last,

this life, though we tell ourselves

we’re different, though we tell

ourselves we matter. But the planet

is patient. And the sky is older than that.

The bones in the exhibit hall are proof.


Still, as I drive the seven hours to home,

I am careful to stay in my lane,

careful to miss the dead lump of what once

was a bird, to use my turn signal,

to wave thanks at the truck driver

who let me into the flow.


It may not go on forever, but

for now there is this chance

to learn about communion.

There is this chance

to see just how generous

we can be with these drying bones.

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carrying a candle outside

into the twilight, the whole world

revolves around the tiny flame

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stubbing my toe

the whole foot, the whole world,

becomes toe

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One Perspective




first stepping into the galaxy

to see that tiny blue dot—

now ready to watch the news

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Concourse B

She walks so easily down the concourse,

the young woman in the short dress and sandals,

her purse slung across her slender shoulder.

She’s not encumbered by much that I can see—

no children pulling on her shirt, no carry on

rolling behind her, no backpack or heavy purse.

I can’t help but notice how light she might feel,

what with her skiff of a sundress. I can almost smell

the freedom like a perfume she doesn’t know

she is wearing. I was like her, once, at least that

is what I would like to think, though I know better

than to project this way. It is easy to imagine

that she is free in ways I once was, though

never knew. Who can say what invisible chains

weight us down. Looking back, I notice

how little I noticed then. On a whim,

I decide to pretend I am older now looking back

at myself. Oh look, look at her, how light she is.

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Reality is merely an illusion, albeit a very persistent one.
—Albert Einstein

Am I a woman dreaming she’s a bear?
Or bear who’s dreaming she’s a woman, lost?
I cannot find the answer anywhere.

One thing’s for sure, the bear is not aware
she might be dreaming. She is hungry, cross.
Am I a woman dreaming she’s a bear?

The woman, on the other hand, she cares
if it’s dream. Are these her teeth? Her paws?
She cannot find the answer anywhere.

The she-bear lifts her nostrils to the air
and sniffs. She feels the edge of coming frost.
Am I a woman dreaming she’s a bear?

The woman falls down to her knees and stares,
confused by her wide footprints in the moss.
She cannot find the answer anywhere.

It’s time to sleep? It’s time to wake? I swear
I cannot say. Are these my hands? Or claws?
Am I a woman dreaming she’s a bear?
I cannot find the answer anywhere.

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I grieved
that the rose had stopped blooming
when in fact
it was opening
only very, very, very slowly

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Another Look

Oh look! says Anita,
pointing to the window,
and there, where only minutes ago

we saw mountains
we now see only gray.
I think of how

I cannot see you.
How many veils
are in the way?

It’s no use
to try to pull them down.
They drop when it is time.

I know where you
are. The mountains, too.
Perhaps I am the one

who is hiding.

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Five on Seeing

Did you notice,
I say, the gorilla’s nose
is shaped like a heart?
Yes, she says, but my heart
is shaped like a fist.


Easy to see
I’m a wave in the water—
when I disappear
nothing essential
will be lost.


Harder to believe
nothing’s lost when my daughter
pulls the needle
out of my knitting
and the stitches fall off.


Ever notice
how hard it is to see eye
to eye when our
backs are toward
each other?


Solar eclipse
in Taurus and the window
between worlds opens—
eyes wide, advises my chart,
it’s a new day for your heart

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