My Blinds

I adjust my window blinds
to look at the ground,
or to look at the sky,
to let the light into my room,
or to keep myself in the dark.
My blinds can do all that.

November

Here
where verdant leaves
reached up for the summer sun,
then turned glorious gold with autumn,
now are brown and falling
with the sun.

But this is not death,
it is sleep,
a patient rest
until the vernal sun
rises warm,
waking the trees again.

I will wait
patiently too.

the extreme

at the extreme
there is nothing I can do
(or can't do)
and I accept it
until something changes
me

What Do You Want?

1.

I stand here
alone,
but all that is
asks me,
"What do you want?"

I don't know.
I pick up a small stone,
content
with what I have.

2.

I do not ask
for more.
The sun shines
in the open sky,
the breezes blow,
and the birds sing.

I have what I have,
what more do I need?
I cannot say.
I have nothing.
I have more than enough.
I have this stone.

humility

stand beneath the sequoia
look up and wonder
at the centuries it has stood
in one sacred place


                                                                                              (and put the saw down...)