notes

1999

A little off center,
Your pull strong enough to change my orbit.
The duality different from the singleness.
I know not the scene from this unfamiliar vantage point.
Maybe down this road our eyes will see together.

This day of ceaseless rain has little of me in it.
A passing vapor, just humidity and fog.

 

This windless and still Saturday
Comes after spring’s storm.
Cold morning pushes away the promises of spring.
We can wait in the stillness, confident in your promises,
Huddled by the fire.

 

Our glass is half-full again.
I’ve had to pour it out and half-fill it back.
I would come over and fill it all the way,
But these cloud-spotted three hundred miles
Have left me half full of you.
This half looking for the sun here,
And your half looking there.

 

7/99
Unamused again,
Traipsing through the world of men,
The daily worry of others
Blotting reality and beauty.
These days roll by.

We stand still.
Our love forever this still pool.

My muse is dressed for work,
Putting on her necklace and perfume.
Is it any wonder
These words go with her out the door?

Loneliness, so selfishly involved.
Soft tears of missing misting this rain wet morning.

Good days, bad days.
Jewels on this necklace of life.
Clouds with silver linings, perilous storms.
Sunny days with flowers and birds.
Busy days that hurry away.
Days circling back to the dreams.
Good dreams, bad dreams,
Leading into these days.
Sometimes the sun, clouded by dreams,
Sometimes the dream brightens the day.
Stringing the days together.

 

Volition and will.

 

Oh, Love!
You brightest of lights.
The white light containing all the colors.

 

Butterfly!
Caught you are a sweet-smelling insect,
Free, a flitting dream.

 

Jupiter Frost!
So clear and bright and cold.
Your bright beauty makes me weep.
Oh! Of many moons,
So bright so clear so cold.
This happiness and your bright beauty, one.

 

Exclusive in your heart I cannot be.
OH! This joy of freedom.

 

Beyond the poet’s ken.
Beyond these Shakespearean bounds,

 

Hermit Crab

The fear of the next minute’s unknown
Makes me create this vision of tomorrow
And I carry it day to day.

 

Pineapple Express

Let’s let the fire go out
And loving warm and wet,
Enjoy this autumn reprieve.
Summer’s memories, winter’s fears
Are not here today
Inside, before the fireless hearth.

 

Beach Grass
The wind set us here in the sun,
Seeding us into these shifting sands.
Particles of you and me
Build this place together.
Weaving together soil and wind and sun,
Embraced by the noise of the threatening sea.

Solidifying the shape of the sands,
Combing this constant breeze for nourishment,
We grow with the dune and the wind.
We take what we can find.
Steadily building waving, weaving the sand and the wind,
Before the mercy of the relentless sea.

This sunny day is ours,
Shared with the sun and the sea.
Tomorrow the wind or the sea may take this sand away.
We add our whisper to the breeze,
Our whine to the wind and the roaring sea.
These moments we have made.

Riding the children of the wind,
The surf and the sand.
Our moment slowly unfolding,
Our conception of time defines
our slow chunk of the eon
the long moments we share.
…..

We cling to the dunes.
Our hopeless task is to tame these children of the wind,
the surf and the sand.
This is our time,
between the sea and the land.
Between forever and eternity.
Longer than your’s,
our moment rides through short eons.
We whisper all the breezy, starry night,
rubbing against ourselves and each other.
We send our seed, the nut of our knowledge,
Into the unknown, into the dunes.
Careless of the mystery of our fate,
listening to the ceaseless noise,
the surf and the wind,
we welcome each foggy sun,
and the sweet, sea-smelling rain.

The Moon descends above the waves,
alone in it’s reflecting glory. The sea’s churning pettiness re-reflects thousands of pieces to waiting retinas.
Pure moon, regardless of the waves,
Shining the light of the sun into the night.
Fantasy flashing within the horizons of magic and truth.
Like neurons flashing reflected reality,
Each reflection becoming a thing in itself.
Now and then on the beach of myself,
The wind dies, the water calms,
The moon’s reflection becomes one piece.
A reflection of the sun in this dark place.

Spinning the earth into another winter,
Our time cycles on.
Precious painless days created for memories;
A halcyon warm sun.
Shining some heat to short cold days,
The memories done,
Spinning out into another spring
what’s to come?


Sights sounds feels tastes smells.
Inseparable.
Pieces of myself
Contain parts of you,
All those memories.
Some overemphasized, some hidden away.
Lost connections among those pathways of my life, my self,
Waiting for the right moment when
All the connections are alive.
The bad and the good together,
Not one hiding the other,
The meaningless dead ends connected, explained,
Parts of this life connected by the synapses of me
Into a universe of give and take,
Good and bad,
Me and my memories of you.