December 2017

turning into myself
the one when i was
before i was

earthly dream
seasonal progression of
evergreen

noomoonenon

in summer light
in the present tense
on an empty page

ending time . . .
the universe folds back
into itself

my feet crack open
with the pain of the earth

desert lament
no comfort is there — none
for they are no more

pleading
wholly innocence
barely-beens

dromedaries sail inland seas

at year's end
new year cicadas begin
to tune up

reading aloud
my tongue brings to life
a mother tongue

deeper
into nothing
the words

all ages fantail beyond knowing

time to sleep through when

a reed of itself in sound

La Niña
I feel ya
tropical heat

what luck!
the scent of freesias
while longing for them

inside preternatural nature walk

a balmy night
and my brain barely
processing words

beatific vision
through clouds of unknowing
spring cataract

a nightmare
of falling awake
fledgeling owl

peony bloom
an idea of order
beyond reason

bees too fail
to recreate the scent
of grapefruit blossoms

sprung rhythms . . .
the poems the maker
of the poet

a sea view
filled with countless flaws
missing the point

a sentence faithful to its end.