Tuesday, May 15, 2007

Through the air

light pours like water
from the vessel of the sky
and through the air flows the
sharp, sweet scent of grass
and the darker sweetness of
newly turned soil

so many ways
to find home

Monday, May 07, 2007


There are potters who intentionally fracture
their elegant vases, gluing the curved clay shards back together.
There are those who claim, true or not, that bones
are stronger where they've mended.

Vase and bone are momentarily motionless,
held within the sure arc of our arms,
while the world's vastness spins out its unceasing gyrations,
the grinding and shattering of an unpeaceable kingdom.

For this small moment before we resume our breaking,
oh beloved,
will you hold me?