Absence (day 3089)

With windows
I walked to my ledge
Found out inside
What depth I could hide
Too late
Too long.

With flowers
I held out for more
At the brink of each thought
So that seers could smell
No more
No right.

With sky
I woke into day
An open escape
Eyes of an eagle
So big
So deep.

And with forest
I called out unanswered
So each sentence was cleared
In absence of distraction
I lay
I awoke.

Ghost Path (day 3011)

I want to believe that I’m the ghost
Walking through the woods;
One small cackle,
A broken branch,
An index of places been before.
I collapse
And am the definition of un-sturdy
For my limbs are limp,
My eyes deep blue pale,
My skin, the colour of
Ten thousand sins
Washed with a rectangular bar of soap,
And hair touching my shoulders
That feels like spider webs
Through a barely audible path.

Momentum (day 2986)

Momentum came and called my name
Whispered three rules to follow suit
I heard each one that echoed deep
Settled with a gnawing sting.

Trusting you is like trusting sin
Each and every time within
Glowing embers of this heart
So balance my very claws.

Thus when the clock struck
An unruly hour, so late,
I awoke the glowing fire
Momentum now my name.

Untold (day 2985)

Goodness grew up in a holiday town
A victim of circumstance
Faltered at the spinning wheel
Chance and fate could abide no more.
One million little pindrops
That held hands with knees that knelt;
Cannon for the triumph call
Of a Nation that goes unarmed,
Yet fights so mercilessly at
Windows of every vacant lot,
To grind away what deepest mysteries
Have ever dared to sit untold.

Orbs (day 2966)

I’ve been wondering what could come of me
For I’ve lost my will to give
Alone out here outside of light
Forgotten down the road.
Yet every time I form the words
My answer comes alive
Taking me to the deepest roads
Where at once I come to make
A drop into my pond of stillness
Shattering all wandering thoughts
Into outwardly emanating orbs.

Rock Picking (day 2873)

We scowered fresh cut grass
For uncovered rocks to pick
Hidden boulders ‘midst the ruff
Half sunken in disguise
Some so deep, so gargantuan
More than 5/6 buried hard
That one must scratch and dig
To get a good firm hold
And then with all one’s greatest might
Pull and pull some more
So that at last
A fissure developes
Besides the edge of rock
Back and forth some more one grinds
Loosening up the stubborn stone
Until at last, triumphantly
Emergent from the ground!

Oak Leaves (day 2820)

It is a problem,
For I have not found it here yet.
Spires have taken my holiness
Unaccounted for,
Untrained,
Un-restricted.
Like a dove in flight,
But without regret.
There shall be no more passion,
No more emotional choices.
So it lays thus, solid and lifeless,
Awaiting a deep agony,
A lifeless sympathy,
That shall agree with
No more of this world
And of its gains.
Floundered,
Spinning into earth
Yet leaving marks: vivid,
As the Oak leaf stays
Through Winter.

I Thought You Were Here (day 2816)

I thought you were here,
Then my summer began.
I took you on every trip.
Turned down by the big creek,
Headed on in deep;
Dirt and the sand
And everything ran.

I thought you were here,
Ready to join in.
I cut out a path
To the big ol’ pine,
We hid in the rain
Out of everyone’s pain.

I thought you were here,
Always at my front door.
I heard you come up,
Saw the look in your eyes,
Never thought I’d lose
Deep sand and my blues
Ended with everything for you.

Cold Stream (day 2792)

When the wind blew at my door
There I was standing tall
I saw the drifts of snow gather
I heard the poplars clack together
And deep within my cooling heart
I heard a groan so vivid
It symbolized the burden laid
At the foot of my days toil
It symbolized ice cold water
Gathered at the stream
And every step upon
Frozen soil with a cold shovel
It symbolized the sweat that broke
Each sinew in my back
To which I closed my eyes tightly
Forehead resting on the window
Wind blowing at my door