BRIDGE

a calculus drapes the night

with it numbers,

but what we see is light -

a scattering across the sky

that dances

like fish over water,

like the wind 

hanging its music out to dry -

which is our imagination,

another algorithm of desire. 

THE FUTURE

When I think of the future

I taste apples.

DEER IN THE DARK

Watch the dream

watch you!

Watch how it moves

through the darkness.
Quivers and creeps
toward the place
you are hiding.

How its lithe, spectral body

almost shatters

under the weight

of its own fear.

How every step

is an exquisite quest

into curiosity, courage, and presence,

a foraging for safety.

Let it find you!
Startle you!

When it does,

and it will,

don’t be surprised

if yours is the next body

to tremble.

CUT GRASS

A man pushes a lawn mower 

with a vengeance 

up and down 

a city’s sidewalks.

The blades scuttle and chime 

upon the pavement.

Why do I notice him at all

and as often as I do?

Will I ever see him 

cut grass?

SIGNIFICANCE

Let the beads of significance

fall to the ground.

Let the bracelet break.

Yes, let it.

And yes, let it stay broken.

Something in you

and something beyond you

wants it broken.

The ensemble is larger

than any one of its parts,

any one story or symbol,

any circle in the mind.

You know this.

So know this!

Be the ocean that takes water

without knowing where it came from.