I am not
in any hurry says the earth
to my breath
*
turning myself
into blue sky, meeting
you there
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged death, haiku, life, poetry, short poem on May 24, 2013| 2 Comments »
I am not
in any hurry says the earth
to my breath
*
turning myself
into blue sky, meeting
you there
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged apocalypse, endtimes, haiku, poetry, present, short poem on May 20, 2013| 6 Comments »
don’t blame me
if the apocalypse comes
before I’m done dusting
*
everything
that’s been taken from me
was first given to me
*
how easily we say
these words, next week,
as if it will come
*
why we plant seeds—
because we’ve made a life
out of old tomorrows
*
even though
it’s the thousandth rainbow
still running to look
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged haiku, poem, short poem, travel on May 2, 2013| 2 Comments »
walking in the room
the dog sniffs the air
where the poem was
*
plastic bubble pipe—
what does this have to do
with infinity?
*
green exit sign—
wishing I could hang it
above my fear
*
empty dish—
the cat never worries
about her figure
*
no atmosphere, no
water, no life, Mars at least
you’re still a planet
*
in large white letters
the highway sign says MARVEL—
I pass going sixty
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged haiku, moon, morning, nightmare, short poem, tanka on February 19, 2013| 5 Comments »
mama! she shrieks
I throw back the sheets, leap
run naked through night
but can’t make it into her dream
the place she needs me most
*
whatever the moon
says, that is what I
say, too
*
rushing out
to smell the morning
before its gone
there will be other mornings
but only one like this
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged crow, haiku, intimacy, letting go, miracle, nearness, paradox, patience, short poem, time warp, water, wave on February 2, 2012| 1 Comment »
It would take weeks
to walk to your house, still
our hearts so close.
*
This morning I ski
into the woods—forty years
later I ski out.
*
The snow did not stop
when I said stop, but it did
not fall forever.
*
Across the lake
invisible in the trees,
the crow in my ear.
*
That ripple
never travels and it is
always new water.