And Yet

You’re almost at the point where you can fly –

and yet you need a boost –

a sort of comrade, on the sly –

upon whose head, and favor, you might roost –

it is this way with thinking, too –

the layers of it which you’re sinking through

which suddenly, abruptly evanesce to light,

so that your mind erupts, almost, to flight –

and yet, not quite.









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June Sighs

June sighs –

as she considers

the Julys

she’s turned into

before –

before she turns

into one more.









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Principle Upon Which Everything Depends

Dancing draws to it

whatever doesn’t move –

as if

to prove

a principle upon which

everything depends:

the sort of lesson you’d

imagine Physics lends.

Motion knows itself

through what is still.

Stillness fathoms

what it will.








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Park Yourself Upon a Mystic’s Lap

When the solstice moment fades,

which it does instantly,

the daylight starts to waver too –

so incrementally you will not notice

it give way - to beckon to the dark.

Park yourself upon a mystic’s lap

and, every evening, monitor with him

the passage of the star we call the sun

as it coerces our Earth’s axis

from its Yin to Yang: it is a way

to love whatever’s going on. Blowing on

a sea of candles as God does when

he is not igniting them, now gently

undermines, incites the endless

cycle: makes it interesting.

Light, now splintering,

brings shadow –

slowly turns our faces

to the night.




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