with you always

kaleidoscope

 

Beauty laughs beatifically at us

who pass by obsessed with desire

and fear for the next distraction,

unaware of each moment’s

kaleidoscope rippling, like an eye

opening, toward a new horizon

in each hesitant step we take.

 

I open my hand as an offering

to the life we are becoming

inside this present we are in.

Beauty lives here or nowhere:

a dust mote swirls in sunlight

spilling through an open window

into this singular Sunday morning.

 

(February 18, 2018)

Everyday Performances

She was cool once, and still
She thinks of style and manner
In precise and textured terms.
She stood askew to the line
Of the Art museum’s café
As if waiting to be seen again.
Pausing for a frame to form
Her, she adjusted perfectly
A detail upon the counter:
A quick tableaux of cool
Like a fashion magazine
Ignored on a table nearby.

(July 16, 2017)

Field Trip

I leapt up the mountain river
rock to rock each turn and leap
a new revelation oh look
then look again to see anew
an inlaid distraction explode
the laughing froth splashing
about my dancing feet then
almost thirty years later
on a bus filled with students
that moment on that rock
in that river ecstatically opens
like her initial kiss almost
as if time’s inevitable
profundity ceased to exist

(January 26, 2017)

winter’s bones



winter’s bones
     McKinney Falls, Texas
in a static dance
bare limbs writhe
ecstatically between
dead leaves’ clatter
 *
like a jilted lover
the trees’ gnarled fingers
grasp after grey sky
*
water grinds grooves
through the rock
before falling
into the curved silence
beneath the trees
*
like disembodied legs
of a prehistoric beast
the trees’ roots
clutch the shoreline—
eternal children
dangling their toes
in the water
*
as if in a glass
display case—
beneath leaves floating
upon the water’s sheen
a skeleton of a deer
rests as if running
on the river bed

(January 5, 2017)