In this brief rest

In this brief rest
An anointment of sunlight through leaves

In this late hour
Late for animals

Late for humans….

Wolves of memory 

In the half light of dawn….

Something has passed
      And will no longer follow us….

Though it’s sound will live with us forever….

Its same hawk
circling in its hymn of light….

The raven texts….a day poem
19march20

Sitting at dusk

Sitting at dusk by the stilled leaves….
                   A rivered sound in the passing clouds….

Slow now the arriving winds
                            That have known us….

                         Out of it stories of aged lights and movement
      Crescendoing now in the small breath beside me….

                         Its long journey made of sinew
                                                      Of cedar
                                                                       Smoke….

                                   Of life….

From the stronghold
10/March/20

The future walks among us…

Where we fall in the dew of shadowless beings
Where we taste evil and blood and know our silence
Is its mother….

Where we lie down in fear of sleeping our eyes transfixed
On a wind of blowing dust and skin…..

The future walks among us….

Where we hear the muted prayers of a vanished child at
The gates that
open toward nothing….

Where we hold one another in the dying parts
Of ourselves…

Where we waken in dawns aflame
And feel the stick figures

On the ancient walls watching us….

The future walks among us….

Bologna
30jan2020

In the rain just now

In the rain just now
Before dawn….

The smallest stones filled with moonlight
Dim their lamps….

Each morning
The same singing
Hangs from the trees where the owls sleep….

Soft songs melting through the leaves

The fragile leaves….

Hidden among the death masks….
The still open hands holding
A wind…

Over which a nightmare I have dreamt all my life

Is sounding….

The songs
Foggia italy
29jan2020

Rainfall…

Rainfall….

Where light has lain with the floating leaves
            These spirited ones sit in bundles of air….

                       Juku….
           Jukumari….

Winds scented of the saliva of spirits…
For those resisting …

In the streets of la Paz…

   Deep mystery and strength in the
Veins of the Aymara….

                Warrior fires flickering in 
the mountains….

For Evo Morales 
Aymara leader

Juku…..owl
Jukumari…bear
Aymara language
11.18.19

The first time I saw sunny

The first time I saw sunny

She was dancing in a Tijuana bar

To procol harums another shade of pale

The borders we crossed

Along the Mexican peninsula

Across the illegal plains

Saved me from my floundering self

Her beautiful smile as she danced ankle deep in the luminous

Ocean night….

Smuggling books into East Germany

Under the Berlin Wall

Later in a ghost filled room I made a prayer

For the lost….

And they went home

And the wall fell down….

10/13/19