astonished how much light
can fill a note so dark—
singing it again, again
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged dark, light, poem, poetry, song on December 4, 2017| 1 Comment »
astonished how much light
can fill a note so dark—
singing it again, again
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged ohm, poem, poetry, song, tree on November 9, 2017| 4 Comments »
but I forgot the words
I said, and the tree said
sing without them
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged daughter, mother, poem, poetry, song, time on September 27, 2017| 2 Comments »
I sing to my daughter
in the dark and discover
I am nine again, and
hear the voice of my own
mother, singing
from outside the window
the river fills in the spaces
where the song ends
before it begins again, and then
there is only the river
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged daughter, parent, poem, poetry, song on August 22, 2017| Leave a Comment »
One When My Grandfather was Still Alive
in the subway tunnel
the arching notes of Danny Boy
on a violin—
I walk slower to meet the train
I arrive twelve years ago
One Courage
hearing the moan on the other side
or is it a low laugh—
still choosing to open the door
One Near Totality
eclipse behind the clouds
so much beauty we never see—
sunflower blooming in a distant field
One New Time Signature
my father a song
I used to think I knew—
this morning, I hear
the same song with new ears,
or is it that the tune has changed—
all day I hum it,
all day I feel lucky
to hear him humming back
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged love, poem, poetry, song on August 9, 2017| 4 Comments »
writing you a love song
with no measures—
it will take a lifetime to sing
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged busy, Hoagy Carmichael, Johnny Mercer, poem, poetry, skylark, song on July 25, 2017| 3 Comments »
for all the busy people
that’s when I hope you remember
the skylark, not so much the bird,
though that, too—how it sings
even while being chased by hunters,
though it increases its chances
of being caught.
But more, I hope you will think
of Johnny Mercer who struggled
a year to write the words
to the tune by Hoagy Carmichael.
By the time he finished Skylark,
Carmichael had forgotten
all about the song.
Sometimes, it takes a long,
long time before the words
come out right. Sometimes,
the moment just isn’t ripe. Sometimes
there’s just too much to do.
But perhaps amidst the meetings
and the plans, a snatch of song
will come to you, something
that won’t be ignored.
Perhaps between the papers
and the rush, you will feel it,
winging. Perhaps, as you fly off
toward the always what’s next,
you won’t stop yourself
from singing.
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged intimacy, piano, poem, poetry, song, touch on July 14, 2017| 4 Comments »
A piano is just
some wood and strings
until it’s touched—
and then it sings.
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged Bedrock, joy, poem, poetry, song on March 15, 2017| 2 Comments »
Driving through Bedrock,
population 14, I remember
sitting on the stoop of the general store
and asking Rose to come out from behind the counter
and sing me a song about sorrow.
Crazy how a sad song could make me
so happy. Crazy how every time I drive by
I still smile to think of her voice,
soaring as the red rock cliffs,
haunting as the windows shuttered and dark.
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged desert, poem, poetry, song, time signature, water on March 6, 2017| Leave a Comment »
trickle in the desert—
it takes so little water
to make a song
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged death, poem, poetry, song on September 26, 2016| 1 Comment »
Not yet dirt,
the outline
of squirrel is still visible
on the hard earth
of the back road—
I step over what remains,
wonder
how many other lives
I’m walking on.
There are infinite ways
to praise,
among them
these words:
I am sorry.