Monday, March 13, 2017

Changing Light

Night creeps into the glass
figures on my window sill.
Shadows reveal layers
in the thick bud vase.
Its flowers hold only
a clue of red, a guess
of green. But the bluebird
and my mother's tiny cat become
three cobalt dimensions
and the street lights
are planets inside them.

Saturday, March 11, 2017

Hungry Ghosts

The antique stores around the square
stock a half-sinister wistfulness. It smells
of cigarette smoke, manufactured fragrance,
and very fine dust. It looks like the residue
remaining in tinted bottles after evaporation.
It sounds like discs on endless repeat and like
all conversations which never can happen.
It feels like shelves of perfectly motionless toys.
It feels like Ecclesiastes.
 

Saturday, March 4, 2017

Grace Note

Looking up at the moon
above these wires is like
lying under four silver-white
viola strings--and you
a throb of song.

Friday, March 3, 2017

Not A Mermaid

Sometimes she jumps, dolphin-like--
an arch of hope and then
breath, light, cool rivers of wind
over skin still wet.
She sees--off, out
even to a horizon!
And after--the smack,
the inevitable downing,
strange weight and slow
movement and everything
only through a sheen of water.
If only she could learn
to ride these waves
all the way in to shore.


Tuesday, February 21, 2017

Kite

The lucky one balanced out
of crazy, ripping circles
and that final dragging stab
into mud. It was always iffy,
which kite would work,
would climb invisible lifts
of wind and insist on heaven.
Then you could feel it--
that other world yanking the string
and cutting your small fist.
Terror and elation sang
between chest and mouth--
as if you, yourself, might rise,
tangle in electric wires or watch
the warm blue ball of earth
falling away behind you.

Tuesday, February 7, 2017

Cook County Nature Preserves

Tiny, still refuge,
rock in sea of noise--
car and truck traffic parts
like water around
your miniature forest.
Outside, an ambulance
shrieks. I am glad,
when my time comes,
that someone will be hiking,
shoulders easing,
limbs swinging,
body settling back
in stride with soul.