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Late Greening

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , , on May 2, 2017| Leave a Comment »

 

 

Last year’s wild roses

have not yet discovered

it’s spring—the brambles

are barren and barbed.

What else is there but

to trust that the green leaves

and petals will come? What

else but to stand in our

own barrenness and believe?

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Waiting

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , , on November 9, 2016| 1 Comment »

 

            November 8, 2016

 

 

When you see the clouds

and you know the gray

is the shade of gray

that ends in a mudslide,

and then comes the rain

you knew would come,

stiff rain and merciless.

But this is not about

the wall of mud that eventually

finds every room of your house.

This is about

the way you have plenty of time

to put on your boots

and grab your shovel

and your hat and your coat

and stand out in the rain

before there is any sign of mud

creeping down the hills,

that interval while the destruction

is still just an idea,

the inside of your home

still clean, still dry.

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6:15 a.m.

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , , on October 3, 2016| 2 Comments »

 

 

 

All night I waited for the sound of bells to wake me.

I waited so long I wondered if they had been rung

but I had not heard. I wondered if I had forgotten

 

what bells sounded like. I wondered if the ringer of bells

had overslept and I should go wake her or rise

and ring the bells myself. And when at last the bells

 

were swung and charged the air of the halls

with their bright brass song, I laughed out loud in the dark,

amazed I could believe I’d forgotten the sound of bells.

 

What else do I think I’ve forgotten that is so wholly present here?

Some sense of purpose? Some sense of communion?

Some understanding of what it means to love?

 

What if these things are clear, clear as the sound

of bells? Oh fool who waits and waits for something

to appear. Is it possible whatever your waiting for is here?

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But I Can Taste It

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , , , on March 13, 2015| 1 Comment »

in the night air
scent of rain
that does not fall—
sometimes in the kitchen
scent of tenderness

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Can You Hear Them?

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , , , on January 9, 2014| 1 Comment »

The snow begins
then stops to fall.
In the alley, brown
tracks run against the white.

The gray folds through the air
and unfolds. Nothing
about this day seems
capable of settling in.

It is a like a woman
thinking about what
she wants. The blossoms
of her thoughts open

like roses in fast forward.
They wilt and dry in similar
fashion. They are out of season.
This does not stop them.

Sometimes we like to think
we are waiting. Waiting
for something marvelous to happen,
or waiting for an ache to disappear,

or waiting for gray to be
something other than gray.
And sometimes we see what
a gift it is, this indecisive day,

this watching imaginary blooms
that seem so real you can almost
smell the red perfume, almost.
Outside the window,

it is snowing again. No,
not snowing. But the gray
it has settled in and now
the dirty tracks look

like empty staves and anyone
listening might hear through the glass
how the birds don’t wait
to fill in the space with song.

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Give it a Minute

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , , , on January 26, 2013| 5 Comments »

Did he just say what I just heard?
Those unkind words—
malicious pokes
disguised as jokes.

Should I carp back? Or balk? Or scoff?
Just laugh it off?
Stare blank as sky?
Collapse and cry?

Or keep on making oolong tea,
for him, for me.
A silent room.
The dark leaves bloom.

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What We Call Waiting

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , , , , , on November 6, 2012| 2 Comments »

And then there is
that moment after
the thrust and jostle
and sprint, after the longing
and righteousness, after the fever,
the furor, the fire, the conviction, when,
burnt out by our own
red ferocity, we see
there is nothing, nothing
to be done. There is
no defeat in this,
only release,
Then only
uncertainty is sound
enough to hold us up.
Then unknowingness is the only
place we can truly rest.

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