Woods

What wonderful city or
Strip of fence could ever
Measure even with the
Power and energy behind
That scraggly bark? What concrete stretch
Through Park crawl can
Compare to the slender
Tendrils that frame the sky
And ultimate jigsaw? And!
What person as profound
And withstanding can a
Wood or stand of trees
Be? Dappled light is
Sifted through the
Branches and poured
Upon the leaves as
Fallen angels lie under
And sleep in death
And watch their friends
Beautiful and clinging.

Wavelength, Existence, and Love

The simplest lies under the complicated,
Andy Goldsworthy to Feinman,
It is everywhere, hidden.
The waves, the gentle sloping of a sine curve,
Throbbing with knowledge and potent desire,
The energy to get things done.
It’s in the light, the sound.
How we see, how we listen,
And how we can be assured of our own existence,
in the mirror and at the forum. (you have to hold your hand up to see that it is there)
The simplest sign, forming the most complicated relationships (I love you for your voice, your eyes, and the shadows under your brow. )
I love how the light finds you.
The sine curve lies under the entwined.

Old Boats

Out upon the fields of water

beyond the seas of grass,

the dried - out husks of once

fine boats bob with every speedy

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Their wakes have long since sunk

beneath gleaming skin,

Cormorants rest on the rusted

hulls and watch the teeming

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