.

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

.