desert and the waiting sea

I and the sky we are in communion sky watches over me reaches down to touch me at the end of day at the end of time the blue and the gold we are as one and when the wind hurls me playing right up into the air I am dust I fall back to …

out of the closet and into the library

Voices #39: still waiting

you do not need to search for me I am here right here beside you when you’re done looking out there bring your gaze back home I will be here still waiting ~ Poem #39 from a series of poems heard while on a visit to a second hand goods market and gathered together as: …

Beechworth Streets #33: every morning view

when I saw this I remembered a view of the creek of the gorge that I see hung from my wall every night every morning ~

laughing (a wish) like a child

he heard the sound a sound that he could feel almost as a vibrant echo drilling inside himself looking to the sky tiny body tiny wings a tail of trail streaming across the wide expanse of the sky not long to wait another passing across the sky then the sound from the ground hearing feeling …

Voices #38: oh brother

early bird I’m an early bird I got up early too the early bird gets the worm he got worms that’s my brother he’s little (and he gets up late) am not a brother you’re a brother . . and you got worms ~ Poem #38 from a series of poems heard while on a …

the leap

in between leap and flight there is nothing but the air foundation is left behind weight is still unclear all there is is all there will be along with the pause  in the middle of no tangible thing until the fall drags down until the wind drives up until what equals is the same when …

Beechworth Streets #30: manatee

rock on the road granite I see a manatee ~

two weeks

what's on my mind today? reading what's on my mind today? it is reading reading to an audience reading aloud in my local library ~ what to read? what to say? is this a poem that is suitable? I really don't know maybe the oldies maybe the goodies maybe the ones I've read before a …

Voices #37: simple and unadorned

I am a simple man I live a simple life I smooth my own way I can smooth your way I do not adorn at all no a plain life is all I need a plain life – all anybody needs ~ Poem #37 from a series of poems heard while on a visit to …