Sharing

At the roundtable of the unknighted
solace is found
when the inchoate blossoms in daylight
and what once was felt in solitude
in the quietude of the mind
now flows down one river
through a mangle of thorns and rocks.

A single body keeps its course
Atlas unshrugged in his purpose
enfolding us in supple arms.

The Field

As yet undyed the lily petals meet
somewhere in a pool of ether
rapt to understand
what is hidden
stamens unverifiable
to the eyes.

They partly emerge:
rainbow splashed.

Habit

The conceit of starting over
as drops become torrent
and instance is now
and never again.

Words writ
in wet sand
soft breezes
the tide never changing.

Purple Flowers

A mind wrapped
in a soliloquy
like leaves streaming in the midday heat
while a bee buzzes unseen
near purple flowers
returning to itself
again and again.

Narcissus

In a pool
that could hold all our faces
she finds hers
chiseled with blades
angled with gloves
ravishingly ravished in its perfection.

Around the pool she wanders
searching other reflections
for one she remembers
feeling a jagged scar
under her tresses.

Midday with Smokey

In a gesture
whether of a lightly rounded chin
or sparrow-like
in your sabled crook
you are compliance in a bottle.