word fool
the resonances
of silence
November 2016
empty room –
I enter the sound
of my echo
the dark night
eases through
the end of days
God in this is –
a breath seeking out
line breaks
becoming great
annihilination crests
in the west
a sublime vacancy
sinks in
inanities
deep shadow
meaning sinks into
book's gutters
word traffic
at a standstill
in silence
dam its song
the bird beyond its name
in this longing
starless seas
the shape of darkness
sharper in my mind
secret room
in it I make out
God's silence
Pound's platform . . .
what an overlap
of petals!
whisper-wind
my love's breath rhythm
stilling storms
according
to the sea's blueprint
life in death
wolf hour . . .
my coffin of air
on waking
before me
the who's who
of non-being
supermoon . . .
an ancient sadness
behind the rain
in the aftermath
I watch feijoas
becoming
where is it?
my eight hundred and sixth
moon to heaven
about face
the supermoontide
crosses the line
nature nature . . .
earth quakes open
to the rain
never before
the breath that leaves me
since it sprung
all at sea
aground still under
my feet
days of rain
the finality
of dreams
the call to
a celibate life
morning election
web-walking
a spider and I
get up to speed
i.m. Carlos Colón
empty nest . . .
one day I too will leave
my absence here
a grave soul –
memory garlanded
with marigolds
morning clouds
all the saints a-spring
with the sun
