Tuesday, April 24, 2012

year

2.7

1 year here

what

did you

expect

better to

love


and tell them
they lie

Sunday, April 22, 2012


water body

conjugata
pelvic inlet


water mind




accelerating
conjugation(s)
                                                                                                                                                                
a
seiche
sough
sluice
spillage


rivers

limbic
amplifications

currents
rills
spills
trophic biota

met water mind's I

permeable
(im)permanence

even and odd - never before seen standing waves

http://phys.org/news/2011-07-scientists_1.html

the video here is compelling science and beautiful filmmaking

wind wave and circular ripple


Friday, April 20, 2012

underwater

submerged
calendar
an avenue of sand
under
this
sphinx
feet
aquiline
air
under
this
eye
of stone

a bather weeps
for lost
love
did she
under
go
sea
change?

death

she
sank

under


water

Sunday, April 15, 2012

after storm

dusk
long worms spilling
touched
return to earth
in the fading light
you say
still
we will
leave them
without injury
retreat
among them
one senses
mettacitta
a
buddha nature
a
small
eternity

thunderstorm

lowering sky

green

wind

stones

pour

rolling

darkness

lamplit

approach

see it

come



Saturday, April 14, 2012

flyway


between waters
an increase in density

pear blossoms open

black hawk hunting

skunk rustle
rabbit warren

velocity changes

Kirkland's warbler
Philadelphia vireo

among the galium

opossum hungry

12 or 53

openings

degrees approaching

elevation










Friday, April 13, 2012

4:25

robin

box elder

flowering plum

one hour awake

two to sleep

4 to work

robin

your dark


courts

rivers
streams

not hours



alive








Monday, April 9, 2012

Sunday, April 8, 2012


found

three days
open


thrift

she said
save
 
you

spent
so

she said

stay

she said

they'll
not miss

this




looking at the bridge, night

lights steady red
others as stars
expansive
the unfurled leaves' blinking black
among so much spilled noise
it's true
these lights
are
LOUD
when here
under the window
the fox hunts
in ever shorter shadows

resurrection

morning
I  bow
108 times I lift your feet to heaven

the sun is huge
a pelican, your bird,
above my white house
white
at four oclock
in darkness
the robin woke
and sang
me
half awake
to thee