Proud of the Little Arc There

Proud of the little arc there
Up where no one can ever touch
Aren't you?
That rainbow is a goodbye
The comings and goings of
Stories bigger than us
Like dust
The grains that make the rains
Fall the light that heats and
Sings into micro particles
The effects of movements
Millions, billions times over
Only the human ego can produce
Sarcasm, the weak effort at dishonest
Double arcs, raging
Against nature's infinite arcs.

That You Live

Pushing through the dark tunnel
To the bursting light
The minute it is impossible
Is just when you're so close
My precious.
Life struggles begin with the first
Requirement and expectation
That you live.
My precious

12/8/2014

Growing Sideways

Breathing, multiplying beings in the house
Buddha becomings, little holy and human
Chatty and observant these guys.

My roots are growing and I'm reaching but
My leaves are falling of gray hairs
My future is gone continued into theirs.

I'm big and tall yet falling, angling
Propped by the little and the external
Like a Dali painting.

10/10/2014

Gathering of Stones

Outside, the stones gathered
Into a big theatre
Got front row seating
To the show of every season
Change, so patiently.
They watch a soft blur of a bunny
The stars in strobe lights, ants and grass quick as blades
While breathing a long sigh
Bleeding mineral rain to crumble
Like dessert for the earth,
Doused with shells and secrets
Expiring inside.
8/29/2014

Sharing with My Mother

The more I try to reassure my mother,
The more she suspects...

The concerns and cares I shoulder,
I conceal and collect.

Her ears keen to the notes I offer,
My anxiety she dissects.

Taking on more as I grow older,
Less her fear affects.

Understanding her and less eager,
I share all; she accepts, connects.

9/7/2012

Earth

I'm hot at the core
Molten magma glowing
Alive, my crusted surface is
Cynical.

Even when it cracks open
The shuddering and shaking
Tears you asunder. I shiver
Now, hair-trees tall.

I feel as fresh as ever,
In this ancient rainforest
Again. Buried beneath
The meaningless concerns
Snowing and turning all.

Dragging Awake

Like little fish in murky waters
The dreams of last night elude me
They cast a line out from down under
And hook me as I shift about some eggs,
Someone out there must be dreaming
Catching my little fish, too, they drag me
Along underneath, fully awake and dressed.

08/24/2014