Blackbird Calls Me Home

Sail away single sail beneath the sun, black-rimmed, blessed
sun. The dark setting sky, my sorrowful friends - they frame
what has passed. I dream of children, bright play on the shore,
animals laughing. Black bird calls me home.

Eye To Eye

Eye to eye, eye on eye, antagonists confront beneath a blue-
rimmed moon night dreams of unity lost and disappearance.

Elephant Skiing

Precarious on skis, golden Ganessa hurtles down the slopes
of shining hills and leaves the frame of regular day. Her trunk is
tucked beneath one arm. She will not fall. The trees are green.
There are no clouds. The snow is sparkling white.

Forbidden Fruit

These flowers, fruit forbidden to men tangled in webs of law,
circling, teeth bared, around the empty center of transactions
endless in their connections...the meeting place not of space or
time but only observation: here or there the law applies. These
flowers bite as well as men - seizing, drowning, burning intruders,
prey perhaps, or mere mistakes on the slippery slopes of petals
with a plan. Here where story ends resides the rest: the untold tales
of what might be.

I Dreamed I Carried A Spear

The sea was heavy. Blue fell over blue. I dreamed I carried a
spear, metal tipped. A warrior, I was alone, far from land. No
fish, nor any beast. No birds. I kept watch. All unknown to me,
an angel came near. Sky-blue was his cloak, white his face as
snow. I dreamed him fishing. A whale pulled his line. Beneath my
canoe Leviathan dove and bore me away, me and my harpoon,
though I did not know....

Heart's Memory

Angels pluck from night's desert nothingness being's birthright,
dream. Heart's memory crosses blue water in boats captained
by children.

Intimations of Death

Wings like a boar's tusks, skull cowled like a monk's, eyes blank
as careless: thus death's angel stares out the other side. A bony
necklace tells indifferent tales of what is past. The sun there is
black with rays as dark as ink. On this side, death's eyes are red
as spilled blood on grass. His snout is wrinkled like a pig's rooting
in barren old soil.

Mysterious Day

The earth's axis tilts, shifts from day to day. Mysterious day
discloses starstruck, impermanent worlds, strangers on the
shore, smokestacks puffing clouds, blue rider waving.

Sorrow Floats

Sorrow floats mid tears and sky, slow as sunflowers turning with
the day, as windmills leaning into windless afternoon. Mind's eye
weeps: memory scratched in clay, "now" a sad brave crossing.
Oh for a green canoe, a following breeze, a yellow sun, and faith.

A Thought Discarded By The Serpent

"Love unites antimonies," a thought discarded by the serpent
gazing on distant fruit in a high tree. "Delicious," he would
persuade the woman who could not be blamed for wishing. The
sky was red there were ashes to come, shame.

Blue Rider

Holy sun propels Blue Rider from out the darkening sky. Mounted
as always, he leans into night. In this way pirates scanned the
rolling sea. Hunters seeking signsno hint here of fright. And
yet, again yet. Black propeller turning. Somehow something's
blind. There are no breathing waves.

Boatman Dreaming

Boatman, craft white as wave-spume, attends the wind's song
and sees in clouds choirs of angels, golden-crowned, drifting like
memory between sky and sea, limning with light his waking
dream.

Dancing Sun

I dreamed I sat within the sun, who danced to be so occupied.
My head held up the sky and I sat still as I've been taught. And
so we whirled about the world, over oceans blue and islands
bright, mountains shining, fields of grain, highways spinning out
of sight. Beneath the bodhi tree Buddha knew this dream and
smiled, sending light.

With Child Crying

Announcing imminent life, fear, hope, and love beneath sun-
rimmed umbrella, reverently touch green and dream blue visions
of Arabian heroes and horses, gardens and gems. We are with
child crying, veiling joy's spring.

Walrus Love

Treading cold under cloudless sky, hunter leans to embrace on
blue ice dreams of giant tusked beasts, white-bright and formed
like snowshoes of sinew and heart.

These Two: We've Seen Them In The Mirror

These two, the same man woman: brave and foolish skeptical
and nervous. One life: the red and the blue. Glad she'd be not to
hear of battles and biways unrecorded. Is he here for a wedding
feast? She's not amused but the tale must be told. He waits for
her to smile she for him to weep. These two: we've seen them in
the mirror.

The Old Voyage

A lone sailor tills waves, keeps silk before sea's breath and spirits
traveler homeward. No "land ho" yet but beneath a dreaming
prow hope slips like froth. It's the old voyage: a wife waits, a
house remembered, sorrows.

The Old Dance

Breasts fly, woman whirls, man stamps heavy feet. Outside the
circle, all banal remains. Within their temple, gods and demons
crowd. Holy ground will shrink. Man will find his place.

The Lady of Sleeping Waters

Dream-robed, waterborne, the lady of sleeping waters meets
here the emerald drift of supplicant fish. Blood-red is her gown,
bright her face as light or the glittering scales of arching pike.
Her breath's the watery world turned blue sky.

Rendezvous With God

Travelers cross desert sand, reaching at last their rendezvous
with God: a tonsured monk hatless day or night, an elephant,
blue-mountain-shadowed. Over darkening peaks rises holy cow,
loving-kindness. There are no children here, no fruit or bread or
wine. The desert's silent as night. There's a moon at which to
point.

Respect

Nailed to a wooden door under sun-bright skies hangs a lone
painting of respect and love. An angel of Jah observes the
mindful touch of man and beast, extends to creatures large and
small blessings and hope for union. Here where memory hateful
darkly flows and children suffer, an ancient promise scratched on
dusty walls reminds us: "Irie".

Prayer For Don Quixote

May you hear the song of one hand clapping, step from world to
world without a backward glance. May you have courage in the
red-rimmed day and shelter for night-time dreaming. May the
pail you have mistaken for a helmet protect you all the days of
your life.

Offerings

Offerings are fragile, giving or taking. Skirting danger, hold them
so...like an egg. Great joy is here: an open hand, a flying heart.
Hoard nothing. Question everything. Complete the transaction.

Observe This Woman's Naked Strength

Observe this woman's naked strength. Caution! She's a duck or
goose. Blue-winged, vivid. She's sinew and flesh. Afloat she is, or
kneeling. What matter?

Midnight Well

Chasing dream, these two brightly flee a midnight well bluely
ringed and deep. Round and round they go, like flung planets or
stars spiraling. The well's darkly deep and dankly calls them down
to deathly sleep.

Looking for Zion

His journey is blind, his prayers constant. Red sky, laughing sea:
his boat will not sink. Breath of poet's song splits world darkness.

Keep Moving

My head is bald...but hatted. My coat is warm. "Brave travelers
dream time, hoist hope like a flag on a staff." Green hills meet
indigo sky. The wind pushes me on. "Clouds tell no stories." The
moon is bright. Prayer hurts. The sight of God is fatal. "Keep
moving."