Swimming in the Rain
Swimming in the Rain I swim in the rain, alone in the gray place where lake and sky meet. Thousands of bright drops drum the waves, and disappear, leaving radiant silver bubbles, which burst as...
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SWIMMING INTO WINTER As winter approaches I often swim without a lifeguard or even a friend watching from the shore, returning to stones, sand, lake weed, fish, the sky. I know it’s foolish...
View ArticleConstellations
CONSTELLATIONS You rare!— You shooting star!— You comet!— How can I connect my love to you, elusive dot-to-dot, reclusive rocket?— All...
View ArticleThe God of Our Farm Had Blades
THE GOD OF OUR FARM HAD BLADES space and a rudder. All our acres begged its pardon. Merest breezes made its rusty flower turn and whine and shudder. space Its wooden arm a weathered stump, the god...
View ArticleOld Astronauts
OLD ASTRONAUTS space When they get together now— they nod to one another— don’t talk about the pitch- black of airless space— don’t want to remember the dust of the Moon in the treads of their...
View ArticleSuitcase
SUITCASE One ear is going, packing its suitcase early. It is packing the rain. It is taking some leaves. These. Space Also that russeting bird in the cloudying iris, blurred as a hand waving...
View ArticleWanting Sumptuous Heavens
WANTING SUMPTUOUS HEAVENS No one grumbles among the oyster clans, And lobsters play their bone guitars all summer. Only we, with our opposable thumbs, want Heaven to be, and God to come, again....
View ArticleDon’t Be Flip
DON’T BE FLIP when you drop your mate at the dock or your children at school. Don’t be cool. Don’t be coy. Or if you do, don’t assume it’s okay to act that way. For today may...
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