January sun
between past and future
peace
after the rain
I follow a snail’s
silvery path
half moon
my conversation
with dogs
falconry club
wingspans in fog
the hooded birds
after the storm
a one-legged seagull’s
graceful landing
after the downpour
a windstorm of stars
after a dream of bees
a dream of honey
side by side
fisherman and egret
waiting
stinging nettles
a soldier’s grave
beside the lake
stormy lakeshore
the watercolor class
paints with rain
thrift shop
framed autumn leaves
from long ago
full moon
over Iceland poppies
white echo
high above
the shantytown
homemade kites
full moon
the lone firefly
rising
old temple
the floor of sand softens
our footsteps
rush hour
plum blossoms drift
against traffic
yard sale
a small dog guards
the old chair
paper fan
on a hot day
the wisdom
of women who lived
a long time ago
ellipse
the shape of my orbit
around God
I draw near,
drift away, return...
full moon
above traffic
on a bridge
above another full moon
in the river
old chart
of the known world
my ancestry
floats between sea monsters
and the face of the wind
as the days
grow shorter
a still life—
gold pears on a plate
my hunger for light
after I complain
about the monotony
of flatlands—
spreading oak, double rainbow,
a mountain of clouds
guitar
and marionette
the dual
identity of antique
wood and strings
