Aug 14, 2014

Still here, just thinking....

Dec 21, 2010

On the Coming of Winter





I feel for the crow.
It picks at a vague lump, a dead fish, perhaps,
locked in the ice congealing along the riverbank.

With every touch of winter's breath, the bird’s tail flicks,
its wings moving as though fanned to life as a dark flame,
illuminating this place of watery hardness, of poisoned sustenance,
of requiem birds.

Oct 21, 2010

What's Revealed in the Hidden #2

                                      Philodendron #2

What's Revealed in the Hidden

  Philodendron #1

Oct 18, 2010

In The Big Cypress


Bury me in a secret grave,
in the white sands of an absent sea,
in the warm waters of a summer rain.

And when the sea returns,
and I drift, revealed,
may the manatees lick my bones,
and gather me up in their mermaid arms.

Oct 16, 2010

Where I Live #2

The Pine River, October 15, 2010

Oct 7, 2010

For Raja Shehadeh

I won’t go back to the ashen hills
where the shattered donkey died.
A premature sacrifice,
just another dead donkey.

I won’t go back to the echoing walls.
A falcon streaks below,
and above, the crows.

I won’t go back to the broken hills of Judea,
and who shaped the ruined gardens,
to drift among the earthly cyclamen clouds?

I know of those gardeners and their lovely gardens.

I won’t go back to the ghosts of Nabi Musa,
or to the springs, descending with my heart,
to the bitter, shrinking sea.

Where I Live

The Pine River, October 6, 2010