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When It Comes Down to It

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , , , on March 6, 2016| 1 Comment »

 

 

 

you, the traveler

thirsting in the desert

and me, the whisky

wishing I could be

your water

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A Boat Could Sail the Desert on Such Water

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , on September 6, 2014| 1 Comment »

Yes, if I am
the wind,
then let you
be the sail,
and if I am
the water,
let you be
the water, too.

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Three Rivulets

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , on August 19, 2013| 2 Comments »

foolish woman
writing these poems
as if the word water
could quench a thirst
as if the word love

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river of joy
river of sorrow
they become one water

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for two billion years
the amount of water on earth
has remained the same
how to explain
all these tears

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Living by Water

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , , , , on June 30, 2013| 1 Comment »

If you dig deep enough
anywhere on this land
you will eventually hit water.
It is hard to believe this,
looking at the field with its tall grass
and mullein leaves and globes of salsify.

It is so human to want some proof,
to grab the shovel and dig up the earth
so that dirt covers the daisies, the grass.
Then they’re buried and dead, but at least
we know, our shovels wet, that it was true.

Sometimes I wish I had the scalpel
that could cut into to me to find you,
you the river who moves
through my life, clear and continuous,
immeasurable, surprising, unseen.

But what would it prove that I do
not already know: That we die
without water. That the field
is a good place to kneel, to pray.

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Prodigal

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , , , , , , on September 22, 2012| 3 Comments »

After all this time
you still pour
pure water
into my chipped cup.
You know
I will spill and still
you pour,
and you pour.
You know, too,
how even
despite great thirst
I will sometimes
refuse to drink,
how even when
the water doesn’t
reach my lips
they are still
blessed
with your giving.

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Haiku: Five Miracles

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , , , , , , , , , on February 2, 2012| 1 Comment »

It would take weeks
to walk to your house, still
our hearts so close.

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This morning I ski
into the woods—forty years
later I ski out.

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The snow did not stop
when I said stop, but it did
not fall forever.

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Across the lake
invisible in the trees,
the crow in my ear.

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That ripple
never travels and it is
always new water.

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