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Taking Lessons from Hermes

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , , on December 17, 2014| 1 Comment »

These wicked thoughts—
sometimes I try
to track them back
to their evil origins.
Perhaps they have learned
to put their sandals on backward
because they appear
to have started
with me.

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Ah, But the Scent of Spruce Still Comes In

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , , on October 17, 2014| 1 Comment »

one leaf near the eye
covers an entire forest—
I begin to suspect
I have thousands of thoughts
like leaves

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Ongoing

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , , , on August 7, 2013| 7 Comments »

Mary always shook her head
when I told her I pulled up the mullein.
You know you could farm it,
she said. You can use it to make
healing oil. And Tara, from Texas,
she laughed at my weeding. Told me
how she had dug up two mullein rosettes
to transplant them in her yard.
The leaves, she said, they’re so, so soft.
And the flowers, they’re beautiful,
so yellow.

Every year, the mullein
come back, no matter how fastidiously
I have cleared the field the year before.
How many other things have I tried
to clear with no success?

The seasons are changing, The air
wears a yellowing scent and afternoons
forget themselves. I used to resent
the way things return. Now I resent
and admire them, even
those taprooted thoughts that showed up today,
those ones that I have wished away.

And here we are again. The field
will never be cleared. The work
will always be waiting. And somewhere
inside the despised thing, the chance
to find healing, to see beauty, to feel grace,
the chance to kneel.

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Bluster

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , , on January 28, 2013| 3 Comments »

All day the wind thrusts
against the house.
It does not want
to get in, it is doing
what wind does.
All day, these thoughts,
these driving thoughts.
But they are not
like wind. They want
very much
to get in.

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seven haiku

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , , , , , , , , on January 24, 2012| 2 Comments »

those wild geese
edging the clouds, my thoughts fly
beyond their wings

*

just one more row
I think, and knit one more and think
just one more row

*

the night pressed
its darkness into me, what
could I do but open

*

these ears
go on a long walk looking
for bird song

*

while no one’s watching
I trade all my molecules
with the night

*

did someone sow
all those stars, or did someone
trip and spill the bag

*

walking at two below
both questions and answers
come out as clouds

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