I had a hard time
till I took time
and made time
my own
sails set
and rudder firm
I set a course for home.
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The Shaker of Trees
(for Mark T)
The cool forest is my cathedral.
Autumn leaves fall,
abandoning bough and branch
they stain the glassy pond below
each a sermon, a story of bud and bloom,
of green springs and the rich colors of decay.
Birds bear witness to the falling,
harmonies and hymnals, sung in a round,
an ambient concert, a day song,
testimony to breezes and the unseen hand,
the shaker of trees.
Annoyed
(tweeted 4.28.2014)
Stillness eludes me
midges and gnats
inflated annoyances
day dragging
defying reason
consuming years
Another Drink
Control’s an illusion
by spirits dispelled,
the stronger the better
the tighter it’s held.
passing time till time passes away
a mindless smile returned to expectations
a standard suit in which to face the day
studied steps require no rehearsal
passing time till time passes away
passing time till time passes away
no cause, no valued prizes to obtain
a pantry full, a trophy on the mantel
to wake again means only to maintain
to wake again means only to maintain
get up, get dressed, get going on your way
no sooner done, no sooner comes the morrow
passing time till time passes away
passing time till time passes away
an hour, a year, a lifetime capped with grey
a bent back and a belly for a burden
weightlessness itself begins to weigh
Mainstream
(tweeted 4.10.2014)
Malaise in search of definition
finds a peg to hang its hat
in the settled slogans of toothless rebellion.
Settled
(tweeted 4.7.2014)
We settled here and built,
It’s what we do:
shaping the clay of our surroundings,
making a home.
Baptism
This air is the water of our baptism,
immersed at birth and destined to passion
what need have we for ceremony,
what ritual could be more profound?
Naked Treetops
(tweeted 4.2.2014)
Naked treetops scratch the sky:
brown brush against a blue and
white backcloth, reaching.
American Rite
(tweeted 4.1.2014)
This is your rite
not prom or graduation
not ceremonies of sect.
This parking-lot shuffle,
a test, and your own set of keys.