The eagle makes her nest in the bare trees. It rains.
The sky of the plains—
vast and close, a lightning dome.
Fear, my steady friend.
Gutter with fall leaves,
winter’s endless rainwater,
and a cast-off mask.
“D.M., the wife of the chief of staff,
was spotted carrying out a stuffed pheasant from her husband’s office
and loading it into her car.”
— CNN
What a vast nation.
Mostly it’s a nightmare that
I can’t quite recall.
Shortest days. Is the light on the inside?
I am my mother’s daughter
I am my father’s son;
my brother hews a stack of sticks
and gives my sister none.
I sit and knit and count the days:
one and one and one
Each breath is new, yet
Nothing known to me is new.
Waves slide on the sand.
Shortest days. Is the light on the inside?
Done. Wring the rag and
drape it on the bucket’s edge.
What work is next?
The spider, the leaves, the circling North wind, the rain and the quarrel of sparrows: all return to their sources.
The vast gray outside,
much like the vast gray within:
a tangle. Not simple.
A touch and a touch;
another and another.
An endless drip at the door.
The earth may shake us,
Though typically it will not.
Why wait for tremors?
Shortest days. Is the light on the inside?
a fulfilling long term vision always looked fuzzy. now some real-life new experiments may be in order.
there’s abundance on many counts here, though: look at its external and internal benefits. see its lessons! enjoy it, even.
but think on this: is the abundance really that? or is it also a trap you’re stuck in?
body says
let’s change our environment so we can change our outputs
but mind says
please visualize the future vividly before drastic changes
and the spirit says
the higher road can be a harder walk. Slow down.
When the eagles are overhead,
you wanna watch the water extra closely.
The steelhead swim upstream.
The spider, the leaves, the circling North wind, the rain and the quarrel of sparrows: all return to their sources.
thesis
move on with kindness
antithesis
but move towards where?
conclusion
follow your intuition
subconsciousness says
movement is important. keep moving.
consciousness says
focus on the destination you want, not on the one you don’t want.
superconsciousness says
there is joy is using what you have to create what you need.
Leaves cure into red, and between their branches webs quiver.
a little bedding
but otherwise just rats
in the rat’s nest.
as fall advances,
squirrel moves quickly.
the trees tremble!
Two men slurp tea.
The crow shifts to preen
upon the wire.
All night long
At rim of the canyon
The mouse shivers.
The heron fishes.
I see, or do not see.
She carries on.
Fresh, sharp air and heavy sunlight polish the final labors of summer.
beneath the small fruit
sparring sparrows twist and flash—
hard to say who wins.
sticker bushes, and
a golden autumn day:
perfection, it seems.
the moon, they and I
we both move widdershins
a sinistra
what’s next?
the sun or the moon—
simple.
rowdy children,
social time, then sleep:
a simmering glow
night rain,
the weight of a work day:
inertia.
how to show
a ranging set of thoughts—
the world, compressed.