one night
the moon shone down on my balcony
in full glory of liquid light.
I was busy.
I thought,
I will see it tomorrow
or the next night.
but the next night it rained
and the night after also,
and when the full moon again rolled around
to the house
I had moved from that place forever.
who would have thought
that I would never again be able
to stand on my balcony
and see the moon?

a new winter world
of rich snow,
a head of fresh cauliflower
with floret trees.

my mother birthed me
from the reflections
in her family mirror,
to be their reflection
with no substance
or reality.

the world is written
in emotional hieroglyphs
which I cannot read
or interpret.

asteroids
land on primitive earth,
*****
to fertilize a giant egg
into life.

pine branches
reach toward my window,
friendly visitors peeking in
to see how I am doing.

a frost forest cameo
fused to a pane
explodes a winter window
into a Wild West
of diamond-spun lace.