All posts tagged: Wondering

Where We Are

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Poetry

The weeds in my heart have gone to tassel. They are purple and rose edged in the soft light from Beyond. The sun here is setting, rising, calling, giving, knowing, holding, flying, burning. And I am listening, watching, walking, dreaming, dying, wishing, burning. Shadows of the unkempt reeds are dancing together on the ground. They are playing in the mud without getting wet. A world without shadows, I whisper, is a world without magic. I’ve […]

All Day, Just This

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Poetry

All day I am sitting. On that bench. There is some wind nearby I recognize, or maybe it is this: a dove has flown through the doorway? The sky I mean. Two timbers and a lintel in my mind, and the clouds that are playing house upon the ocean. A dove has formed from the sky and my heart trembles because it knows of such things, and also because all day I am sitting on […]

Waving Hello

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Poetry

There are days when the world streams past like a horde of satiated ghosts rushing out the back door of the auditorium– the show here is over–! headed to their various ports of entry before they close. There’s the empty light socket in the train station in Dover that crackles and hisses between 2 and 4 AM, and the crook of an oak tree that’s open for the crescent moon. It never even knew, of course, the […]