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

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.

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.

To Write

To be in the midst 

of a press of bodies

warmed by the midday sun

or to remain in the dispassion

of a solitary sunrise.

How many layers of sound

can animate us 

when we strain to hear 

the song of the crickets

over the din

of birds

breezes

and thoughts...

Tuesday's List

buying cat food
reading Proust -in year three or four
and rushing to soak up the light before it all ends.

Today

In the roundness of a moment
I am rapt
by a bowl of tea.

Pen

A pen has power:
held lightly
in a mold of fingers
transforming
wordlessly
into a cat's
batted prey.

Cardinal

I lose the strain
of the crickets' song
at the sight
of your old red crest
closer to me
than you have ever been
so that I begin to doubt
recognition of you.

My Prius

Newer coats
of yellow paint
cannot hide
solidity.

Loss, Deferred

It is like the craving
for blueberry pancakes
stacked or strewn
dusted with sugar
tasting them so cleanly
in my mind's eye
and deciding against fulfillment.

Creativity

It does not come from a stone
insensible to the lashings
of wind and sea
but from a palpitating heart
wrung yet again.

Epiphany

Sight focuses on the familiar:
evergreens tossing
in wind and snow
where a sparrow had been waiting all along.