He’d heard that shoes could make the man.
And so he chose them, carefully:
To show his mastery and span
Of wide parts of society

But one day, when he had to go,
He left one here, to long decay;
It’s empty of its context now,
And baldly shorn of its cachet

For things that outward we display,
Without our inwards, lack all worth:
Like tracks whose trains have gone away,
Or blogs whose authors flee
The earth


The quarter-tone upon the hour
Sweeping lights across the sky
An interlude of almost power
Pulling me up high

The night is dark and fathomless
The sea is deep and moves along
An interlude of almost something
Sort of like a song

The fence I will not go beyond
The thoughtless deed I dare not do
The ruination of a dream
That’s swallowed up in rue

The sailboat tosses with the waves
The clouds blow fast above the earth
The passages of inclinations
We will not give birth

For as I live, I fathom less
Of all I come to see and know
An interlude of almost falling
Falling down, like snow

The quarter-tone upon the edge
Of what night is and ere must be
An interlude that sure must end
A me that must be


(“Fathomless” – 2-17-2017)


The ocean waters flowing, ever flowing –
The sun-bedraggled shoreline glowing, glowing —
The boatman on his skiff there, slowly trawling,
The sunset, in its way and patience, crawling

The smell of ancient time, proterozoic –
The way all works in parallel, and stoic
Though we may be with how this life is going:
We see the truth when all is glowing

the moon, the stars

the moon, the stars: how they must laugh
to see our constant scurrying —
the slow-paced change of outer space
contrasted with our worrying

the instants we are here – then gone –
the wisp of smoke, the briefest breath —
must all seem strange to those who look
but cannot know of life
or death

remember water, and the day

those nights that you might lose your way
and sell your soul at bargain price
for some intoxicating spice
remember water, and the day

for water just goes where it should,
whether it flows over overflows;
and cloudy day or bright still shows
that things in their due time are good