early June afternoon

sultry new summer air
I swim through

currents of cool
or warm and wetter

embrace me
june’s breath

Read Full Post »

Getting ready to move

not knowing if i could depend on anyone else
i took up the power drill myself
to fix the rack in my
closet

after all
i’m the only one who
can fix my own heart

it’s easy to leave it
broken like the closet rack
hanging precariously
unable to sustain weight

but the sun is out
and i got email
– you thought of me from so far
away and long ago –
so i replaced what was broken with a new part

ten thousand memories flooding as

i pack up my winter clothes
take out my summer clothes
thirteen times

now this last time
in my house
up for sale

each time the same, but slightly different
i know i’m older each year
april calls for spring

 

what if i cast off anything worn or broken
extraneous
half my high-heeled shoes depart
keeping only what works
will i change

will it be easier to walk

Advertisement

Read Full Post »

short season

Due to major responsibilities this summer – and well, there are always excuses – I didn’t get to go fishing much this summer – only twice so far. And once my car window was smashed – and my rod broke on the same day. Still, It was glorious to be on the river …

Read Full Post »

walking in the known

passing my past
on each corner
where i’ve walked
walked
walked

before

years of moments
on these streets

the urban landscape changing
stop motion film
my life plays out
again
again

again on these streets

what was i then
who am i now
concrete questions

i have seen these buildings go up
and down and
down and up

again
again
again

changing with the decades

and me
how have i been transformed
walking by these
shifting structures
five decades worth of

now

all this inside me
changes’ richness
moments collected
bricks up down

down
up

sidewalks once
new

now

cracked with age

five decades worth of
eye’s  inspecting
ear’s composing
finger’s touching
feet feeling earth

texture gravity evolution

making sense

five decade’s consciousness resonate still

this deep breath

memory pulled to present
open soft eye’d vision
from then to

now

all who’ve walked
who walk with me now
all their recollections
sensations sensed

pulse

breath

connected
dancing random patterns
constant metamorphosis

web of life

Read Full Post »

this is me

cloudless sky
breezes blowing away
the sun light
making brightness cool

i stand
on pebbled path
saturated in these waves, this radiation
from our close star

sun ticks off its timely orbit
each step moves me in space
and time
diurnal walk
i orbit this path
days and weeks and years

these days are so long now
new leaves glow yellow
transparent
feasting on the light
saving up –  even as individuals they must fade
and die

i carry myself
each foot-fall
articulate and purposeful
knowing this; the measure of each foot-fall
the march of my time

yet for a moment
looking inward
i stumble – caught unaware

stop
look
feel

radiant energy all around

sun
high
wide
full

tall grass waves and beckons
wild daises have contorted stems
fat robin hops then flies with no great care or effort
lonely bird calls in the distance
ferns unfold as from Jurassic forests
wild dill grown five feet – plate sized white spidery flowers spill over
blackberries’ tangled thorns threaten to take over
fire weeds’ magenta blossoms flames in a pyramid of blooms
wild cherry and crabapple trees have twisting limbs

we watched a grouse there once

wild roses show off their hips
elk have left paths and their pellets
fir trees, alder, and birch are silhouetted black against cerulan sky
– airplane above! six cylinders shout
electrical wires on wood poles – still tall, once live fir trees
dandelions yellow blossoms and white geometric orbs expanding
exploding
releasing parachuted seeds

forget-me-nots

this whole path a rail-road bed now un-railed
concrete bridge with chain link fences
stream flowing currents making patterns
trout swim constantly rising for food
in shallow water fish and shadow move as one
or in still sections chocked with
duck weed, green algae murky oily water
blue dragon flies, yellow iris

some beer cans sully the scene

sun starts to burn my arms

salmon berries ripe for eating
fox gloves spires with purple purses detailed with dots
wild flowers unnamed and unknown speak to my senses
ivory morning glories spirals unfold each day
axial forces of twining stems choke neighboring shrubs
thistle down fluffy flower and spiked spire
and a small dead weasel grimacing teeth

a vulture with very large wings flies slowly away

feet grounded
this trail and this track and this time
my fingers stretched out like the veins of a leaf
reaching into the light

lymph and sap
warm blood in birds
cold in the fishes
all of us chemical engines
elements and light energy

absorbing
ingesting

Aware

i am this – this is me

Read Full Post »

misteep

inward thoughts

city cracked concrete

catches me unaware

Read Full Post »

seen sound

The longer I listen
The more I hear

Birds

Filling up the

space

air

Foreground middle and
Back

Expanding

Painting a picture
Perceived
Patterned
punctuated

seen sound
Strokes of solos’ song
Each individual’s cry
part of a whole

Each to each
class and category
Variety, kind and type all

Call out to the

Noon summer now

Read Full Post »

shadow

Summer day morning

Looking in the river

Which is the shadow

Which is the trout

Read Full Post »

current

standing
on a bridge
above the current
four tiny trout
swimming to stay in place

Read Full Post »

hammering

i wake with a huge emptiness in me
i walk – try to lessen it
treading this path
by the stream

these unbearable feelings
must be looked at
searched out like hands in a dreaming

standing this painful ground
until i can rest within unblinking view of the sink holes
that broke me and made me lame

can’t the birds in these woods speak for me –
speak in tongues
spiritual songs

unexpected staccato
one low note repeated rhythm
woodpecker’s
determined hammering
breaks through

Read Full Post »