I’m happy to report that once again I’ll be reading some of my poems this coming weekend at the fall Bedlam Farm Open House, Sat. and Sun., 10/7 and 10/8. I missed the June one, so it will be especially nice to be back. Copies of my book, Gone to […]
showing itself ever… only a tender cocoon… readying us for the life… yet to come.
for an endless instant,
to stop, this miracle in motion,
nature’s hidden, fragile light,
beautiful and boundless…
mistakes and failures, big and small, all equals now, churned together, dredged up and left awash, to remind or regret once more…
so walk a little faster, come into the light, let’s see what stuff
you’re made of…
so I go on discarding… these reminders, taking back the space… I need to reclaim,
making room again… for what’s to come.
then comes the wind, dry and dusty, carrying my thoughts, like grains of sand, to points unknown…
cold and strangeness sleep…
here, warmed at the fire… of my hearth … uninvited, but visiting still.
Over the years I’ve been given more than a few boxes full of darkness. They were not intended to be… But that never made them any less painful…
now a door stands open, refusing to be closed again, now this secret hangs between us…
