NOT ALL

 

 

Not all possibility is

Simply assembled, but

In motion, colliding,

Sliding, withdrawing,

Eliding, trading orbit

In light, time and chance.

It is a huge dance

Of probability, you see,

And so are we. 

Shadow Gardening

I don't know how

She combines

Anatomies of  

Shadows and trees.

Its proof plays out

In contours --our

Backporch roof lures

Surprises like these. 

                                 (detail of Normaphoto)
 

Planets and Dragon Eyes

Dilatory but alert, an ancient

Eye watches for some slight

Shift in momentum or mass.

Through branch bark ridge

And glass it watches a bridge

Of light, day and night, for

Orbital decay, for planets--

Any sort of drift that may

Send each its separate way.

 

 

Wonder Watches

 (dedicated to my sister, who took this photograph)

There are clouds
And a breeze --
It's a hundred degrees--
Air sighs aloud in a
Chinaberry tree,
From which, under
Deep shadow, wonder
Watches you and me.

How Big Is Here?

A cold April day --here
Rain overlays its sound
Where kind and kind commingle--
A sigh that does not stop but
Scales windy treetops under
This moon of ours...

           ...sings with the
Sighing sea in a language
Of stars, here with you
And here with me.

Ground Level

After coppicing
The turkeys come.
They stand and bow;
Need not know how
We release borers
Into their custody,
Digestive tracts--
And honor acts of
Kindness, sacrifice,
Cruelty, food chain.
This is how the universe
Remains in mystery.
It is also a nursery.

A Break In The Clouds

An alchemistry of thought, photography

Found deep in another century, trimmed
Into lockets, carried in pockets --paper,
Light and silver-salts-- evolved a
Distillate of rainbows, an age at which
We learned to expel excitement in new
Ways through time, space, its swales and
Bends by bowing, falling out both ends.