I protect myself
with disarray
and hide behind
this chaos
I've collected.
No one can really reach me.
I have to confess
at times,
I'm hard-pressed
to even find
myself.
Thursday, October 8, 2009
Monday, September 21, 2009
unspoken
I keep hidden
deep
beyond the bottom
of my heart,
in a place
that does not exist,
a singular Nothing,
the presence of which
no longer causes grief
or pain.
No sense of loss,
no suffering remain,
at least that you might notice,
but behind every thought,
between each breath,
I am keenly aware
of this hollowness,
this empty space
which is not there.
Sunday, September 20, 2009
Friday, September 18, 2009
collecting freckles
Collecting freckles
at the shore,
wind and spray
play wild in my hair.
I mark miles of sand
with a barefoot rule
to the cooling caress
of ocean foam
and reflect
in the light
of a blazing sun.
I search the horizon...
the sky...
the sea...
until a fresh perspective
finds me.
Unburdened
by this quiet gift,
I am content
to turn toward home.
Thursday, August 27, 2009
september
there is an urgency
today
in the green
of the trees
behind my house,
leaves so seriously
intent
on coloring
the cooling light
as it falls to the ground,
as if they know
the nearness
of winter's
silver
silence.
jws
sept 2006
today
in the green
of the trees
behind my house,
leaves so seriously
intent
on coloring
the cooling light
as it falls to the ground,
as if they know
the nearness
of winter's
silver
silence.
jws
sept 2006
Wednesday, August 12, 2009
meteor shower
alone on my back
between midnight and morning,
I wait and shiver
against the freezing wind.
my eyes fixed on the deep above
through frame of roof and treetop
it begins.
first one…
then three…
seven…
I lose count
they come so quickly
tiny bits of cosmic (more than ancient)
dust on a journey too vast,
for a time too great
to be grasped by the humbled creature
I have suddenly become.
so beautiful the flaring streaks of light.
so elegant their arc and curve.
each blaze a brief and brilliant
death.
not a
molecule
left
intact.
what was
is no more.
and I watch in wonder,
in growing terror
that such a thing should be
so silent.
jws
november 2006
between midnight and morning,
I wait and shiver
against the freezing wind.
my eyes fixed on the deep above
through frame of roof and treetop
it begins.
first one…
then three…
seven…
I lose count
they come so quickly
tiny bits of cosmic (more than ancient)
dust on a journey too vast,
for a time too great
to be grasped by the humbled creature
I have suddenly become.
so beautiful the flaring streaks of light.
so elegant their arc and curve.
each blaze a brief and brilliant
death.
not a
molecule
left
intact.
what was
is no more.
and I watch in wonder,
in growing terror
that such a thing should be
so silent.
jws
november 2006
Thursday, August 6, 2009
element
bend low
to catch a drop
of glistening
shimmer
from the blossom
lift it cool
and quivering
to your eye
watch the swirling
dance of color
and light
now listen
.
to catch a drop
of glistening
shimmer
from the blossom
lift it cool
and quivering
to your eye
watch the swirling
dance of color
and light
now listen
.
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