awake before dawn
a distant gull verifies
that I'm still here
July 2016
look at me!
feel me put my words
in your mouth
winter rain –
as flies to wanton boys
a monarch's fall
in luca
the dying light
of an acronym
dead low water
and then my genome
pulls me back
manuka bush
air rattles scent-rich
in night's becoming
dusk-light still
everything in flow
and ever-go
on window fog
I trace the physiognomy
of darkness
unbroken grey
every nook and cranny
lost to me
moonlit chill –
rock-pocked reflection
of spent passion
mimicking the master
the monkey
in his mind
in so few
words dance beyond
the horizon
in being
these words
with your voice
are my flesh
listening
into word-
lessness
you are here
where light
ends
in this 'now'
tourists tailgating
wind's cortege
she died
eels slipping through
a grasp
of words
watch vague images
weave the act of creation
from a formless fog . . .
clouds there
moon-gouged into
the night
filtered light –
yes! I can hardly bear
this world's beauty
frost-fresh
the air still to be
breathed into
each breath
left justified
in the air
the silence
before and after
this silence
gathering storm
we birds keep singing
until we wake
all at sea
a wind-tossed path
laid bare
changeling child
true blood of my blood
full of night
Bastille Day –
a storm front blasts in
from Antarctica
grave matter –
echoes of Prague
thunder by
noumenal night . . .
a new moon obsesses
all over me
sanctuary light
my shadow settles back
into itself