the choices You’ve spent too long agonizing over the menu. You've glanced, with equal parts envy and irritation, at your neighboring diners, appearing so at ease with their selection, fingers loose around their forks, a look of unfiltered pleasure on their lips as they bend into the fragrant steam of contentment. You've read through the choices so many times the hunger that brought you here …
Poetry
Play!
A Ball Is For Throwing See it, the beautiful ball Poised in the toyshop window, Rounder than sun or moon. Is it red? is it blue? is it violet? It is everything we desire, And it does not exist at all. Non-existent and beautiful? Quite. In the rounding leap of our hands, In the longing hush of air, We know what that ball could be, How its blues and reds could spin To a headier …
Empty Field
I love the early morning hours—so fresh and pristinely quiet—right as nighttime is becoming day. Sometimes I go out for a walk, or a bike-ride, to enjoy the gentle light; and birdsong emerging from the uppermost branches of trees. On the streets downtown, delivery trucks park here and there—at efficiently odd angles—providing stores with what they'll need, for the day's business. A …
blessing the boats
blessing the boats may the tide that is entering even now the lip of our understanding carry you out beyond the face of fear may you kiss the wind then turn from it certain that it will love your back may you open your eyes to water water waving forever and may you in your innocence sail through this to that ~ Lucille Clifton * …
In The Deep Heart’s Core
The Lake Isle of Innisfree I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree, And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made: Nine bean-rows will I have there, a hive for the honeybee, And live alone in the bee-loud glade. And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow, Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings; There midnight's all a …
Archery, Intention, Manifestation
The arrow always fails the mark— will never enter— if it is I who take the aim instead of That which is my center. ~ Angelus Silesius * …