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THE FARM, THE RANCH AND THE NEED FOR GOD

THE FARM, THE RANCH
AND THE NEED FOR GOD

Who pray to when the rains don’t come
who forget to thank when they do

Who curse when the John Deere breaks
and the cow jumps over the moon
(by the moon of course I mean
the fence to the alfalfa field)

Who in the long nights pondering
under the stars too cold to be suns
a word big enough for big

THE USELESS LAKE

THE USELESS LAKE

At the edge of our ranch
lay on a large and useless lake

True, it was pretty enough
when the sun struck it just right

And the alkali
didn’t seem to be a problem
for the seeming millions
of cormorants, gulls and pelicans
who embraced it for their home

There were even men
living along the south shore
who may have been happy
mining its salt for money

What I meant was
it was water
that the cows couldn’t drink

ON THE OTHER HAND

ON THE OTHER HAND

In Haifa
we visited a home
with original paintings by Chagall
(You know how he can always
make you feel like you can fly)
and a bomb shelter
under the stairs

Stopped at a wall by a bus stop
with one stone for each child
killed in the explosion

And looked down on the harbor
across the order and beauty
of the gardens of the Bahai

Looked out across the water
to Lebanon where the last
rockets flew

JEANNE MARIE WRITES A NEW BOOK

JEANNE MARIE WRITES A NEW BOOK

When it rains in Biggar Saskatchewan
a bigger battle begins

Grass and grain sucking straws
to the slurping point

The sun trying as always to extract
far more than its fair tithe

Muddy waters swirling down drains
of gopher and badger holes

Settling through hollows of buffalo wallows
where the buffalo no longer roam

Remainders feeding underground streams
and deep raging rivers

If I put my feet or my ear to the ground
I can almost understand her last poem

Almost hear the next one

WAKE TURBULENCE

WAKE TURBULENCE

Deep in the night the great horned owl
strokes silence with silence

If you land a small plane behind a 747
(Don’t land a small plane behind a 747)
If you land a small plane behing a 747
the invisible vortex from its wingtips
can toss you back into the air
or slap you hard into
the ground

Behind the great owl
the softness of its passing hangs in the air

INDIAN RIVER, ONTARIO 2004

INDIAN RIVER, ONTARIO 2004

Above waterfall
In circle of highest pine
green showers down

By the waterfall
body rests in hammock
cells rush to the sea

Below waterfall
power beyond soap and rub
washes off city

Lying by the bank
trees holding blue hammock
lift it to the sky

Indian River
Great Blue Heron stands
wise Tibetan monk