to catch a fish

beak with basket














https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rsdhhItX1mk


Back to the Sea

I want to go back to the sea
where light and dark are one
- where I'm free, where I'm from,

a tiny creature live one marvelous moment
or a big one snapping up the little,
back to sheltering caves and reefs,

to sea waits and wiggles
where the will to be (not greed)
trumps right and wrong.

The sea sings, ‘the one who doesn't know me is an orphan.'

one is left

full nest

life finds a way

in synch

Middle Way

I have found beginnings
of my middle way,
coming round full circle
after touring the world
in many pieces
and putting them together.
I can see truth and wisdom
on paths I believed
opposed my own;
what seemed contrary
belongs now in my larger world

where, almost surprised
I find myself centered,
somebody at home.

new day

The blind king no longer hides and by midday light finds every corner.
Perceiving players and plots unite,
the inevitability of truth,
at sundown the king declares all is well
and vanishes.

(for Oedipus)

in time

reflections

who knows
what is there

crow

the bird I see
most often now

back to school

fall, 2012

foot harmony

nature imitates nature

long neck

still a good choice

wings

Metaphors in motion

Some say we create our worlds
from memories made long ago
like the clam awash in pounding surf
on a wild and pristine beach
turning into bony jaws and frothy milk,
irritations into pearly teeth --
on to roaring motors quieted down
and car hoods opening,
robots that look like us.

camouflaged

a standout

full house

new day, same posts

silver sky

The poet

is a misfit
disaffecting
those who would disable her
she's trouble
like plato's escaped prisoner
delights in discovery
in seeing
and seeing further
though she may be
blind like homer

and when her faith
wiggles out of its cocoon
into a poem
it sometimes has wings

Saturday morning, Isla Vista

shadow on the run

comedy / tragedy

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