HOLDING HANDS

 

doves folded into

one bird   argot

 

without words, thought

tongues silently untied

 

so many points of contact

gathered and dancing

 

as ensemble, as embrace

pendulum free

 

of time    prayer

aimed at the earth

 

oasis in between

dunes untethered

 

from the wind

and scorch of mind

VEINS

 

So many bodies

under light.

 

Veins below

and veins above.

 

Entwinings in

and across time.

 

In rock and sea,

moonlight’s mercury,

 

the jade of waves,

the mile-high feathering

 

of gull flight—

or in the flush

 

of flesh and bone,

blood and breath,

 

when shining eyes

together see the sun

 

in branches, buoyed above

the curve of a sleepy river,

 

while under a sign that says:

happiness grows here.

AUDIENCE

 

The needle,
the eye in the needle,
 
the thread
running through it,
 
and the gilded garment
luminously sewn.
 
A costume made
and worn across a stage.
 
A listening
haloed in light.

Actor as simile 
for the sun.
 
Truth is soliloquy
when stitched

into stagecraft,
into self hearing self.

THE OTHER SIDE AT DUSK

 

The rim of the car wheel,

the grate in the garage door,

 

the burgundy leaves ablaze

on the winter branches.

 

These are what I see

most immediately.

 

Details at dusk.

Beyond what’s visible,

 

what the eye

cannot unveil,

 

there is even

more to discern.