At home
my aimless mind
writes poemless lines.
Homeless under
trees or sky,
my lines take aim
to fly.

Tuesday, July 31, 2018

Improvements

Where rivulets follow ditches,
leaves make dams,
and small boys are moved
to purpose.
Their passage downhill
is slowed by painstaking
excavations
to speed the flow of water.
Never tell a boy
that natural order requires no improvements;
they are not in the least impressed that
water finds its own way.

Friday, July 27, 2018

birds worship

birds worship 
in a cathedral of leaves and wind
solemn chickadees
like priests and priestesses attendant 
upon the holy psithurism
of God's breath of renewal through buds 
and blossoms
of trees' hope springing anew