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The Alchemy of Early Sun (Poem)
train tracks a slick of light
streaking into the endless moment
undersides of brush usually penumbral
aglow with invitation to transform
metallic discards made ornaments in the road
bright as fallen pieces of daybreak
what wonders surround the ordinary present
what brilliance can be always found
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Too Much, Too Much (Poem)
resounds the hue and cry, the clamor of it all
noise and spectacle overwhelm, and now the digital rise
always the way of things, that
distractions pull our scattered attention
a startled creature skittering without direction
but here a place to rest your mind
the refuge of the present moment
see without being a seer
hear without having to listen
feel without owning a body
relax and do not be afraid
the web of vast interconnection holds you
in your letting go find
nothing lost but all gained
(With thanks to Richard M )
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After A Restless Night (Poem)
sky finally lightened
air outside cooler, made damp
by gauzy fog and the steady trickle from sodden leaves
here and there purple blooms
evanescent, half-hidden in green variations
too shy to trumpet their colorful mien
in contrast to dirt-gray storm debris
washed from ditches’ overflow
two startling specks of scarlet in the street
a pair of cardinals at morning play
the plaintive calls of turtle doves
soon overridden by the clockwork cries
of Canadian geese on their scheduled flight
all these an answer, a sufficient reply
every moment is enough
