Monthly Archives: December 2012

WHEN RIGHTS GO WRONG

WHEN RIGHTS TO WRONG

And what if my right to bear arms
and the arms I choose to bear
threaten you to the degree
you give up your right not to

What if my pursuit of happiness
turns to joyless endless greed
trampling you, and any who
have anything I want or need

What if my right to life and liberty
becomes a license to scan the world
and take away your liberty or life
if I see them as a threat to mine

LAND BREATHING DEEP AFTER RAIN

LAND BREATHING DEEP AFTER RAIN

This is a line that came to me in a dream
I held onto it until the dream was done
like you might with a thought in a car
hoping to remember it when you arrive
at a place with paper and pen

I let is sit for a couple of days
to wait for the gift to unwrap

The last line of a thousand poems
about what brings juice and joy
to my life, and maybe to yours

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You meet me at the airport
after a long away and a long flight
Land breathing deep after rain

Old college buddies gather for a beer
Land breathing deep after rain

Brothers and sisters at the lake
cousins building in the sand
Land breathing deep after rain

AND this is the page for you
to let your juicy joy come through

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Land breathing deep after rain

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Land breathing deep after rain

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Land breathing deep after rain

etc. etc. etc.

SAGRADO FAMILIA

SAGRADO FAMILIA

It took Antoni Gaudi to see
that if a tree can be a cathedral
a cathedral can also be a tree

That it still stands is proof
that the branches from its trunks
can hold the canopy of roof

It is trite and true to say
that Gaudi built poetry

and I’d love to build a poem
where one could come and sit

as softly on a hardwood pew
in a place so radiant lit

FINDING GIACOMETTI

FINDING GIACOMETTI

It is a high calling to be in trouble
as you travel along the road
creating good Samaritans at every trip and fall

The trick starts out by renting a car
from a small gas station/liquor store

Sketchy directions and a wrong turn
an unmanned toll booth and two tunnels
some workmen suggest the one to the right
a tunnel we thought would surface in England

Not England, but where?
Industrial park on a holiday
one man working in the flowers
directions to get us a little closer

And then, what you don’t find
unless you get this lost

A town with a Giacometti university
and a statue in the circular town square
that might well have been worth
coming all the way to France to see

BEARS

BEARS
(for Mildred on the train)

Up the stubbled cheeks
of the Canadian Rockies

A morning kiss before
they wake to show their teeth

A breath of cold mist
surprising as the surgeon’s slap

Out the window, hills
great Grizzlies deep in sleep

Fir tree fur
warming humps and rumps

SITTING AT THE FEET OF MAYA ANGELOU

SITTING AT THE FEET OF MAYA ANGELOU

Gandhi is gone

Gautama is gone

Jesus and Mohammed so long ground
into true believer’s meat
I wouldn’t know them on the street

And Socrates and Plato would speak in Greek

But, right here and right now
so close we almost touch

I bask and revel
in purest presence
and direct transmission
from this poetic patron saint

Will my life and poems change?

This is a woman
who for years did not speak
because her words could kill a man
and now speaks words that can save him

Will my life and poems change?