Thursday, October 29, 2009

Great Western

The halfway point of my bicycle ride 

Friday, October 23, 2009

What hasn't been done

What hasn't been done, all the yesterdays all the tomorrows, I share this hammer with the world. Belongings, from fingernail to bicycle pedal, are given up. It is poverty, and I have to get used to it. Send me the tangled thread that secures our story. Forgive me for the times I have not inquired. The unbearable afternoon sparkles between a raindrop and a candle.

Wednesday, October 14, 2009

Strange Creature

U2 cries in the deserted heart of America, "What a strange creature I am!"

Monday, October 12, 2009

The Last Error

The last error is being honest.
Love sends me in all weakness.
I look in the mirror.
See the one who draws the eye of anything powerful. I see him leave, leave me with one who is honest, and the turtle walks off in the rain. I have few steps left to open my heart. Make no fight. It might not be a matter of days or months. My life is halfway over. It's unimportant. I'm beginning to simply be strong.

Thursday, October 8, 2009

The Dormers

It is a hot day.
Carl Jung mops the sweat
from his brow with a cloth.
He hands the cloth to you.
"Stop," he hollers.
You turn back toward the garden.
"You forgot the potatoes."
He hands you a burlap bag.
The sun slanting through the dormers
multiplies the stairs as you climb.

Wednesday, October 7, 2009

Willowbrook Wildlife Center

We are patient and more patient protectors
waiting for our sight to repair.
They shuffle identity which I guess
is the nick of their exchange.
Two owls suspend synchronicity
while the third remains motionless.
The bobcat jumps to the floor.
Each darting mind, falcon or bald eagle,
watches, working with time.

Friday, October 2, 2009

The Guides

I am more a question -
a proposition
I notice two guides who have followed
every proof the advanced class offers
to this point. I examine my life.
I believe I am a great mathematician
whose experience has been effaced.
Once more, I am trying to learn the rules.
As the class takes their seats, they are of one kind,
and it is this. This is given to them.
The guides walk briskly to and fro.
I sit in the front row. My condition is a question.
The other students here are the numbers. They exist.
     The guides begin to teach.
They say something to a girl in the second row.
A guide explains to the girl that she is the occupant of her desk.
If this is allowed to continue, the guide will next tell her
that one number is not the next. The guide herself realizes
the gravity of the situation.