One

      One

What is the Robin’s opposite?                    the hawk?                                          

Do mountain and reflection contradict?            complement?

Are earth and sky embracing?                                in a headlock?

Each thing is itself,                                                     except to us

Whose minds                                                                     divide

Day - Night,                                                        mind - heart

Love - hate,                                                        death - life

Not out of fear                  but from addiction.

When the game of          opposites is done we’re

                                              lighting up    the Robin’s

                                                         resolution.

LFM

Beach Walk

Beach Walk

Along the stony tide line

Kelp and clam shells glisten from the beating

The waves have given them. Hiding their

Sunken eyes their missing teeth  

Indigents of sand

LFM

Dry Falls

Dry falls last drop lands

Whose heart was watching, hearing

Silence full of sound

If You Ask Me

If you ask why

I burned down my house

I will tell you.

In the morning

I came to my sacred space

Careful construction of my own hands

Over years beautiful and ornate

and every prayer

was hollow

my household gods

wore my own face.

Filled with sorrow and shame

I purified the good earth with flame

Now, because I must have some place to live

I am at peace making new bricks.

LFM

For WCW

Hyku for WCW

Who thinks of such things      :

A dog injured in the street     –

A naked genius                    ?

LFM

Creation – a Sonnenizio*

Creation – a Sonnenizio*

(After D.H. Lawrence, “Piano”)

Softly in the dusk, a woman is singing to me;

Her song is the dappled flavor of sangria

Pressing – pressed –

Into a singed bowl.

Sing and cry, O, my companions!

Sing, “O, Bless us with a blessing!”

Cry, “We have come to hear the world unsung!”

Sing the sensual crossing –

Singers! Name

the missing and the dead!

Sing the world into being!

Sing these readers read! Yet

Pressing shapes us – shaped by terror

Love, or some quite singularly dusty error.

LFM

*14 lines.  First line borrowed from another’s sonnet.  One word from the first line repeated in each following line.  Last 2 lines rhyme.