I sit
Just so,
Rolling
Breath
Up and down
My spine,
Bottom
Heavy
Between
Wants
And musts
To come.
I sit
And remember -
The line
I’ve chosen
Goes
Forward.

words like “love”
and “fear”
and “loneliness”

on a long road
which does not end

and two feet
which take turns
one
then the other

grief is ecstatic
grief is glorified
grief is full of wonder
seen mostly from the other side
grief is the page left blank
grief is the unbound darkness
in which every seed is sewn

What to do with multiflora rose, ground elder
         pachysandra and such?

Perhaps a poem
         needn't be so very much

A cup of tea, some soup
         and something green to touch

A cup of tea, some soup
         and something green to touch

In circles

        an infinite universe explored

A heart we have been given

        to need not any more

The last frontier?

         In the body it is stored

An Ocean in the Clouds

          and Stars down the stairs

Go ahead              Sings the Moon

           We’re not going anywhere