Reverie

into the wind
be sown
thoughts

their fruits
never reaching
full richness

that eyes alone
might savor a sight
without rendering
any meaning

Our Blessings Counted

like grand sequoian spires
so too thru time’s diverse cadence
endures heart-sprung joy

arm in arm
from friendships
to cosmic riddles
to labors of corpus and thought
to spirits bruis’d and tearful laughs
           to solitary retreats

‘tis our love’s fault

 

Blink in Time

beheld my eyes
a glimpse of unpostur’d Beauty

a Stranger from my Youth
a transient Yen
a fleeting Dream
absorb’d by the sun’s shadow

a blissful reminder
of Spring
long lost to this Age
now here… too soon

Subway Siesta

eyes in the clouds
chin on my chest
shoulders rocking side to side                              
from along straightaways
against curves
so many screeches
so many clackety-clacks
so many loudspeaker voices
years of underground reverie
of subconsciousness
always awakening me
on time
at my destination