Tuesday, February 17, 2015

Visiting Merwin



Dew Light

Now in the blessed days of more and less
when the news about time is that each day
there is less of it I know none of that
as I walk out through the early garden
only the day and I are here with no
before or after and the dew looks up
without a number or a present age

-from The Moon Before Morning by W.S. Merwin

Tuesday, January 27, 2015

Smokey's Ashes




Bringing home Smokey's ashes
in a plastic bag
along with an imprint
of his paw
splayed more than I remember
on soft, unbaked clay.

Memento mori
receiving light
from an east-facing window.
What lessons to be learned
day after day?

Tuesday, January 13, 2015

Losing Smokey




My little wayfarer
you are released
from all that is not you
going now
to where I can
no longer hold you
my little one
I hope you can hear me.

Saturday, January 10, 2015

In the Wake of Finishing Proust



They finally came
the last words
which happened to be
on the meditation of Time.
I repeated the lines
not wanting to leave
this palpitating world.

It is a loss
not so much of the characters
wrought by a wonderfully deft hand
but of a world
made intelligible
by becoming my own.

Saturday, December 6, 2014




To be mired
in timelessness:
deluded
by a creative repeating...

Saturday, November 15, 2014

New Patient




Chronic pain and its attendant miseries
under the consolation
of medical labels.

I am suffused
with knowledge of past futility
wanting to be disproved
by the new patient.

Tuesday, October 21, 2014

On a Bike





Abetted by the kindness
of a slope
at dusk
with the proverbial
wind in my hair
all the problems of the day are surmounted.