Baby

Baby   A baby rabbit flushed from the liriope, still, stares, slips back in   The baby rabbit was the Buddha whom I flushed from liriope   All encompassing baby Buddha rabbit gaze summoned me awake   This is everything and nothing, baby rabbit as still as a stone...

The Morning Dew

In pride my bare feet crushed the dew of the morning field, before life taught me   I was as the dew, nothing more than mist that had cooled into a tiny reflective globe   I apologize for who I used to be, fleeting marauder of what I failed to understand   Remorse is not the end of wisdom, but yet it seems a beginning, as I walk mornings   That I never imagined, my feet more worn and yet more tender as I’m beside the...

Wedding Party

late stages of multiple sclerosis   we lift the wheelchair up over the stone entry steps ruined queen still on her throne   we are her wheelchair bearers who will soon be her pall bearers   inside the celebration goes on full of sound…   does she open even an eye, mother of the...

Ambiguous Privacy

Ambiguous privacy of  poem   What no one knows is all mine   It shines in my quiet night   It stars in my inside sky   Song is made well before song   It pours out found and...

The Hordes

I understand very little but the hordes coming behind me know so much   I admire them and fear them perhaps a few have kinship to me are baffled as I was, as I am   I count myself fortunate to see the light that I see, to see by my own lights   The illusion of ownership barely lingers in me, I belong to my body, not the reverse   There is tenderness for what is and can be easily abolished. The dark of violence frightens me   The hordes coming behind me know so much, but do not yet know how little it is, we...

One Note

In the night he played the organ of sorrows whose vast pipes spanned continents and whose music was time, the sea in which he swam and dissolved to become a wail sounding the deep where beginning and end are one note...