like flowers

like a candle

like children singing a song

like you and I singing a song

about flowers

beside a candle

new life

growing roots

Blossoms

And the sweetness of our fruit

To have done nothing



 and



in so doing




                                               something

The red-bellied woodpecker and I
are one. It has always been
that way. See the blue sky?

And do you see all the ways
a cloudy world wishes to have
its say? Twisting and pulling.

Twisting and pulling. Twisting
and pulling. Yet, the red-bellied woodpecker
and I are one. It just is.

And you and I are one. Calling
out is the sky. The sun begs
the questions to be done. A ball of

Fire. And all this twisting
and pulling. Twisting and pulling.
Strung out and wrung out --

And a woodpecker. Red-bellied.
         In the sun. In the sky.
                And you

And I

Day comes on fast
so i bury my head in the leaves
I put black paint on the railing
cuz it looks good
and they’re gonna pay me
A morning of love
whatever that may mean to you
will keep you full
as the world stretches you thin
They’re gonna have to stop me themselves
I’m done
stopping myself
Give me the whole **** mountain
and wrap me in the great blanket of stars

This world is mine too, you know

This is a poem for the Blackwater
       of your being
where death lives
       beyond your seeing
and the white swan floats
       above your keeping
This is a poem for the Blackwater
       which keeps you breathing

This I've come to see:
      that it could not be otherwise

A gray day colored green
      beneath a chilly winter sky