Come Dream With Me

come dream with me & be the geese weaving their calls into fields of wheat quartz flimmering into stars seeds shaking with laughter come dream with me the night is brim with the blue of dreaming whisper of grass & stone & moon-kindled water hush the dark is dreaming holy dark incensed with moonlight dream see how night sees how loneliness sculpts clouds how storms lilt & lightning's quick temper is its triumph hush dream & forget your hunger for logic & ease out of yourself into the night where the wink of mica or your lover's slumbering smile will give you more than an entire day of cloudless light

TWO LENGTHY ODES

IF SHADOWS

seem sullen, it's because holier-than-thou light is always
preaching at them.



STORM CLOUDS

rage because they can't stop drinking.

OUR MOTHER

OUR MOTHER

who makes art of brooks and April branches,
your kingdom come in every breath of every stone,

in reverence of roses for rain,
in puddles bearing chalices of sun down to the creatures

of the undersong. Your will in storms’ restorative fury,
oak leaves who brave the cutlasses of winter

to witness their green children spring. Forgive us the crushed
insect, the flowers unadored

and for forgetting this sweet, vivacious rot is all
for...giving.

Meditation (for Bess at 97)

MEDITATION (for Bess)


In the deepest
vaults of night
the sea whispers
at the kisses (of stars?)
sings its secrets
to the grasses and stones;
the gulls balance
on the fingertips
of the wind,
listening….