shining –

another

day

 

always

so much

blue

 

the shadow

of a tree – left

on the road

 

a patch of light –

making its way

across a wall

 

black river –

bats at sunset

 

quickly

forgotten – night’s

expanse

 

only sleep

closes ears

to hearing

 

my breath –

my breath

so briefly

 

two eyes

look at the world

together

 

the stars

travel past us

as we sleep

 

silently

they circle us –

the stars

 

prayer robe

at dawn – the firmament

encloses

 

the light

is gentle

when it comes

 

how real

the shadows look

today

 

a lamp by

my table – galaxies

outside

 

plenty to eat

on the path

 

another

perfect cloud

 

sky –

so still

 

moon

becoming

sky

 

rare –

to enter daylight

unchanged

 

I awake –

the sound

of rain

 

autumn rain –

yet the road

is shining

 

you return

and touch my hand –

sun

 

how quickly

my lungs

fill with air

 

the day

is attentive

to me

 

I do not

know my ancestors –

nor they me

 

light enters

where the

wind cannot

 

each

have to wait

to be born

 

perhaps

we should be

more friendly

 

something

sings –

inside

 

there is plenty

of room for a new

human being

 

it takes time

to see

 

words are about

something else

 

it is

isn’t it

 

we each have

a little

world

 

sky curves

into infinity

 

stars

silently

watching

 

clouds pass

by us –

thoughtless

 

suddenly

you are

not there

 

today –

never as

pictured

 

incomparably –

light is

 

last time

I looked – the world

was there

 

immeasurable –

what began

at birth

 

a circle

of sky –

alight

 

each

has

identity

 

infinity

is made of

many ones

 

the sun

so tiny far

from home

 

the light sinks

into the earth

 

white moon

among

the clouds

 

two birds

on a wire – watching

the sunset

 

days end –

the moon begins

to brighten

 

earth – eternally

 

nomadic –

the moon

 

from dust

to dust – the sky

between

 

God

has never been

alone

 

morning –

rooms fill

with the risen

 

the sun travels

a well worn path

 

day is

infinitely longer –

than now

 

earthlings –

much

in common

 

a bird

swoops – and drops

a shadow

 

clouds

rarely

land

 

the future

looks out on us –

one day

 

above us

and below –

the stars