A few poems to browse through now ~
Under the weight of wet snow
a dead branch broke and fell,
I remember, taking the hornets'
tattered gray lantern down with it.
WHY SEEK THE DEAD AMONG THE LIVING?
As hollow as a gutted fish, a hole in the sand,
a cistern cracked along the seam—
There is no filling such emptiness. And yet—
AT THE CHERNOBYL POWER PLANT ECO-RESERVE
If ravens perch on the ferris wheel
outside of town, if owls
nest in the silos and swallows circle
the tipped watchtower, if catfish
LANDSCAPE WITH TRANSLUCENT MOON
Palm trees, like old pilings, tip
in the sand toward the Maldive Islands still.
a slice of green coconut, floats
in a sky streaky with cloud.
Ten winters after the tsunami hit,
CANTICLE OF THE NIGHT PATH
I want the moon to overspill, spill over, and drown me in dust light.
I want whatever happens after that.
I want the owl's one note to lull doubt to sleep.
I want to walk the night path.