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This is how

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged death, living, poem, poetry, sun on July 27, 2016| 3 Comments »

one lives

when she knows she will die—

she sits beside the river

and puts down the book

and lets the sun

scrawl its hot verses

on every page

of her body.

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It Sounds Incredible, But

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged generosity, poem, poetry, sun on March 31, 2016| 2 Comments »

The sun and I made a promise—

to shine with no apology,

to bring warmth,

to give until we have nothing left to give.

In the night, the sun

entered my sleep

and tattooed my body

with golden words.

Now all my limbs

glitter with this vow—

there is so much beauty

for us to make.

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Imagine What Might Happen Then

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged communication, healing, heart, love, poem, poetry, sun on June 17, 2014| 1 Comment »

Almost every heart
we know
is wounded—

all the more reason
to learn the language the sun speaks
when it touches the meadow in spring,

and then speak
like that
to each other.

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I Did My Best to Pay Attention, Really I Did

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged bed, love, poem, poetry, sun on December 13, 2013| 1 Comment »

I was nodding, smiling,
saying mmm hmmm

whenever she paused.
She went on. I nodded.

She went on. And on.
The sun came in the window

and reminded me of the way
you said that when you made

our bed this morning, later
than usual, you noticed

how our bed bathes in the sun
all day when we are not at home,

and how by night we sleep
in the accumulated light.

You know, she said.
Mmm hmm, I said. I know.

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Somewhere in Cygnus

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged poem, solar system, sun, unity, unknowing on November 27, 2012| 3 Comments »

Just before sleep,
my son says he heard
about a solar system

with three suns.
I try to imagine
the gravity of it,

wonder how
it might change
our ideas of god

not to mention love
if we, too, looked up
and saw all that light.

check it out here:
http://www.sciencedaily.com/releases/2005/07/050715222557.htm

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Haiku to Prometheus

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged emptiness, fire, gift, haiku, poem, poetry, prometheus, sun on September 28, 2012| 3 Comments »

I too, stole fire.
I, too, waited daily
for the eagle.

*

Just one piece of sun.
That’s all I wanted. After all
everything is broken.

*

It did not look
like a gift, the devouring
from the inside out.

*

Only clay after all.
But we’re more than that.
Ask my liver.

*

It never once
looked over its shoulder.
Brown wings blocked the sun.

*

I’d almost say
I came to like it. Could you
understand?

*

Isn’t it funny
I can’t remember now
the color of the eyes.

*

Tonight so full
the moon. It can be so lovely,
emptiness.

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Possibility

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged death, grief, life, light, parenting, poem, poetry, sun on September 3, 2012| 2 Comments »

—time is a tree(this life one leaf)
but love is the sky and i am for you
just so long and long enough
–e.e. cummings

At dinner, the boy says
in a matter of fact kind of way
Did you know that one day

the sun will burn out?
Yes, says the dad, and
the little girl, starts to cry.

That means there will
be no more mornings,
she says. Oh sweetheart,

that’s true, says the mom.
But it will not happen
for a long, long time,

long after you are gone.
This is no comfort
to the weeping one,

who, between bites
of cucumber and rice,
is tasting the loss of light,

the end of warmth,
this life only so long.
Outside, three leaves

fall, golden and full
of sun, but she does not
notice them.

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Not That It Will Work, But Still …

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged light, poem, poetry, summer, sun, warmth, what cannot be held on June 12, 2012| 2 Comments »

Sometimes midsummer the body
simply refuses to go inside. Though
reason would say to hide from the sun
midday, the body goes out anyway
to the garden, the orchard, the river,
the field and gathers warmth, as if
it could store this wealth of light, as if
one winter night it might from some fold
of pallid skin produce a secret radiant skein,
something fulsomely warm still smack
with peonies and wild mustard scent,
something not bitter and not at all slant
that we might wrap our shivering bodies in,
oh wheeling swallows, oh sun so high.

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five haiku

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged emptiness, freedom, haiku, love, perspective, poem, shy, stars, sun, words on January 29, 2012| 5 Comments »

I could never say
what love is but often
I say I love you

*

you’re shy? it’s okay—
I can drip love from these words
instead of flooding

*

who says there is
only one sun? let’s think
vaster than that

*

falling through
the spaces between stars
a temple of emptiness

*

a velvet cage
is still a cage she said
scissors in hand

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Teacher

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged generosity, light, moon, poem, shine, sun, teacher on December 7, 2011| 1 Comment »

Imagine if the sun
said to the moon
“This sky’s not big enough
for the both of us.”

Instead, it gives
unceasingly light
so that they both
can shine.

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