This is a photograph
A window to the past
A reflection that can last
Freedom is not nothing
To do it’s doing everything
And nothing at the same
Time and when there is nothing
To do it’s knowing very well
How to do nothing
Rats!
Dolphin
Wind-veins
& Constant rains
The land never changes
It will remain the same for ages
Ancient waterfalls in invisible castanets
The animals hidden from the winter or regrets
Conifer trees never leave- year-round and oh so soft
Deciduous-hard- slow growing and dense- ripe for burning
Salt spray and soils acidic- beach pea- nutrient poor moisture regime
Creeping Juniper- Ericaceous shrub- graminoids and Reindeer Lichens
Twenty-three types of lichens encompassing the Cladonia crispate
Frequently sub-mesic and ranges through xeric to subhydric
Pink Crowberry – Alpine Bilberry grow on barren rocks
Gnome Fingers and Shiny Gray Horsehair Lichen too
Frizzled Pincushion Moss and Dwarf Huckleberry
Cinnamon Fern on the thin veneer of glacial till
Coastal depressions left from ageless time
Leaving similar depressions in mind
Gritty Pixie-cup Lichen, Periwinkle
Cancer borealis- Jonah crab
Shamrock Orbweaver
Melospiza melodia
Oyster-thief
Red Fescue
Bluejoint
And you
Cake
A perfect place in the universe
Handed down through the clouds
Cheering on something new
Speaking in tongues since Tuesday
Here’s a gift I give to you
Holding nothing back. I do
A Night’s Sky
The stars don’t all
come out at the same time
All the light needs time
to figure out its way
it takes time
to know the sky
We rush and want
all the stars
at the same time
We live and share
but never ever
can we see
The world through
another’s
eyes
We sit and share
and live and
hold hands
on the same ocean shore
Yet never know
another mind
another mind
we never know
we never know
And the stars show up
one at a time
like all our good luck
piled up high
Full Circle
Inhale
Exhale
The sounds of nature’s breeze when I sigh
It’s come full circle
Like a necklace of gemstones
It goes on and on and on and on
In Memory
I am
Where I belong in the black winter darkness
Of the forest full moon sky
Christ crimson blue aesthetic prevails
It’s already written on the wall
Written on the grave
From day to day
Sails across your mind- breathed across rivers
Through waves of time
All already done you just have to sit back
You don’t need to rehash just take it fact by fact
The simplest moments make momentous movements
This Place is a Very Fine Place to Be
Like a palimpsest our records show
Seeking silence we go below
All at once and in between
All at once and in between
All at once a painted picture of the past
Made to last - laid over layers of time
Sentience intertwined
This New World is burning
It’s folding
It’s rotten
It’s gone
Silence is as silence does
It is not a creaky chair
Or a sigh
The smell of cooked meat
Or the bubble of Champaign
Oh God what kind of animal
Do I want to be?
One who leans on park benches
Or swings through trees
Should I be that sort of animal
God won’t you help me please?
Oh my God
What kind of man
I want to be
Walking in from the street
Oh my God please please me
Tell me what kind of man
To be
In the middle of these
Broken down lands
Change comes knocking
No more
We will wilt below the weight
The random accusations
Of storms at your door
