It lights far off places,
I’ve memorized in air.
I wonder where it happened first?
When should I have had more courage?
Perhaps in front of the Botticelli’s
in Florence, perhaps morning
at the Ganges river, the yellow
bells ringing in certain death.
Perhaps it was counting
the 26 enlightened buddhas
at the Bodhi tree, perhaps
hiding my face in the white
silken scarves of the […]

One thousand birds follow me through the trees. Through redwoods, and willows. Through palms, and birch. Through the branches of olive trees, the firs…
One thousand birds call to me: with their cloud blue wings, their wings made of red fire, their incandesent warbling, prophetic, speaking the tongue of morning, melodic gospel, […]

draft
Like pearls slow falling from a string.
List of the drift collected from a recent trip to the sea: rough oysters of our hands halved, pearly fish curled in a staircase of white bones, watery arms of seaweed pulled apart and sprawled in a languid mess, paintings of waves heavy with the thickness of white, sky […]

It was quiet
in your house
when you left.
Grey, granites, metal trellis,
gridlocks between light,
where we were sleeping
twined, quiet, not talking
about the waves.
The water that brings us
together must part:
the way Moses would
clear the way,
so those who are pure of heart
could pass.
It’s quiet here.
The only thing to hold me
is the light that bears stones
into silence.
Taking account for:
makeshift houses built […]