Wednesday, September 30, 2015

Shall I Sing?


What song shall I sing this morning?
Shall I sing of the sky
And the wonders above me,
Of the night and day,
The sun, moon, and stars?
Shall I sing of the wind,
The clouds and rain falling
Onto the desert?
Or shall I sing of the earth,
Core, mantle, and crust,
Of the rocks pushed up into mountains,
fractured, crumbling, eroding
Into the sand, silt, and clay
beneath my feet?
Shall I sing of the oceans
Blue cradle of life
Spawning storms,
Breathing for us all?
Shall I sing for life?
Shall I sing for my green brothers,
Tiny algae, grasses, and sequoias,
That grow to cover the earth
With a green blanket,
A garment that captures sunlight
For all that live?
Shall I sing for my creature brothers,
They who live and crawl, run and jump,
Swim and fly,
Build and court and mate and play,
And then sleep
Upon the earth,
Beneath the sky?
Shall I sing for my brothers and sisters
Living and singing
Like me?
Shall I sing for myself?
Shall I sing?


Monday, September 28, 2015

Ideas


I play with ideas.
I kick them around,
Bounce them
On the hard ground,
Throw them against the wall.
I stack them to build towers,
Weigh them,
Balance them,
A
nd spin them around.
And I hold them up
In the sunlight
To see how they sparkle.
Then I put them in my pocket
And keep them
To play with later.

Sunday, September 27, 2015

This Path


This path,
This sky,
This sun,
This path,
This earth,
This wind,
This day
This body,
This mind.

I walk,
I look,
I feel,
I smile,
and walk.

Saturday, September 26, 2015

untitled

windows closed
I still want to see
the color and movement
of this day's life
from my bed
I close my eyes
involuntarily
hoping for this
illness will pass
as I know
it will
it will

Friday, September 25, 2015

simple


Color,
sound,
scents,
life
all around;
I walk
through joy,
thick
as honey,
just as
it is.

Thursday, September 24, 2015

Autumn Grasses

(for Mark Poulson)

lie down gently
your season is over
whether the wind
or flood or heavy foot
pushes you down
lie down gently
upon the earth
you have given
your gifts to us
and we thank you
and will remember you
lie down gently

Wednesday, September 23, 2015

for Jean


these are humble
called weeds
like me I suppose
I give then to you
with my heart
and soul...