No cries of sea birds
Steel, concrete, and car exhaust
New Jersey marshlands.
*****
Food loses savor
And my ribs begin to show
This anxiety.
*****
Mist shrouded tree trunks
Wet leaves glisten – fungi sprout
Early autumn damp.
No cries of sea birds
Steel, concrete, and car exhaust
New Jersey marshlands.
*****
Food loses savor
And my ribs begin to show
This anxiety.
*****
Mist shrouded tree trunks
Wet leaves glisten – fungi sprout
Early autumn damp.
Three ospreys fishing
The heron on the sandbar
Is content to rest.
This love’s so vivid
I must have been colorblind
My eyes overwhelmed.
I once saw two trees
Birch and oak, their roots entwined
They grew in embrace.
The low hanging moon
Just above the crashing tide
Admiring her work
God speaks in bird song
That is, if he speaks at all
I answer in verse.
My soul like snake skin
I leave my old self behind
Something new entire.
My friend died alone.
Some dark road at Christmas time
Only now I mourn.
No sleep anymore
But the most beautiful dreams
When the sun runs off.
When will you return?
Across the lonesome ocean
Unanswered letters.
My mind still wanders
In that desert of red rock
Painted by sunlight.
Thunder on the plains
I am laid bare before you
This time unafraid.
Walking with the moon
Otherwise, I am alone
Tonight I don’t mind.
So many stars here
At home they are blotted out
By garish street lights.
Let the iron rust
And roots grow through the concrete-
Nature will reclaim.
Like each blade of grass
Reaches for the morning sun
So I reach for you.
Your hair was still wet
When I saw you that morning-
Like dew on flowers.
Stories on your skin
I wish you’d write my name there
In the darkest ink.
Fold up your smile
I’ll keep it in my pocket
Saved for a dark day.