Like the silence of those who deny the truth, the silence in Death Valley Nearly denies my being– It is a dreadful void, the white silence of my sister, the moon She is alien, empty, my sorrow, the hurt The Chaste Huntress bound and tied, her mouth taped shut While her own dogs tear and […]
For JD How long it took to know, however hard we wished There was no return, no starting over for us – With an ocean between I recall a day in California The fire of summer inside Cool blessing of water nearby Our spirits falling to the clarity of desire and later Waist-deep in mountain […]
What have you done, little grey wing Flown the dark Atlantic to Cordoba Heard the poetry of Lorca Stolen a song of some ruiseñor Returned with them swelling your breast? Again, to the moon’s full glow Accompanied by crickets, the songs Filter through the lemon tree. The mockingbird awakens me. THIS is what I MEAN!!!
In silence older than the sun the desert holds me like a lover needing little, offering nothing but peace– A voice in the wilderness, “There is no lasting happiness Samsara, Samsara.” Darkness older than silence, older than the coyote howl hunting song of the owl bat wing flick, mule deer kick To move and breathe […]