.
2008
.
.
And now
Before we
Come in from the
Day
Each
Feels the
Garden’s
Heaviness
.
Insects
Jostle in the
Kindling
Light
Moving
Near
.
Over us a
Pale
Returning
Sky
.
.
.
Around the
Bay of white boats
Clouds in
Deep
Emerald water
Float in
Gentle air
.
Hearing no sound
In that
January morning
Kept
Living in
Memory I
Notice the
Outpoured
Past
.
Quietly
Recalled we
Survey
Time’s beauty
.
.
.
After lunch we sat on the
Balcony and magpie
Calls like a sunlit
Downpour
Evoked
Feelings that
Graciously
Hold
Intimations of
Joy
.
Knowing how to
Live in the
Midst of such
Numinous
Opportunity is barely
Possible
.
Quality
Reflective of
Summer skies
.
.
.
Across from the
Bay the
Cool afternoon wind blows
Deep into the gums
.
Engaging the
Flowing
Gusts
Hovering around them
In
Jubilant
Kinetic
Life
.
Making room for
Night
.
Openness that
Persuades us to
Question our
Reserve
.
.
.
At home in
Bed I
Can’t sleep
.
Destiny
Evaded by day
Finds and
Grips
.
How
Its
Jagged
Knife makes
Lesions in
Me
.
No
Other
Power can
.
Quiescent I
Respond in
Shivers
.
.
.
A life turns
By itself
Casting no shadow
.
Deep in the
East
.
For
Growing older
Holds
It’s own
Joy
.
Kissed
Long
Morning
Now
Opens
.
Perhaps we can’t
Quite
Understand
.
Very soon
.