NYC

by | Jan 23, 2006 | Diary

My office in the city is across from Madison Park. Winterbound, trees are bare and as the chill moves in formally, the skyscrapers are caught in mist. Photo by Tim Girvin It reminds me of the illuminations of Raymond Hood, the 30s, his drawings of skyscrapers of...

It happens here, that I think about you.

by | Jan 21, 2006 | Diary

Morning has come. I sit, in meditation this morning Outside, cool winds running And I look off, to the distant Range of waters, that Shimmer in the moonlight Coming down, through The clouds, that move Like shadows. As I silence, my self, The waters continue Their...

For Faith Popcorn

by | Jan 21, 2006 | Diary

In Faith. Isn’t it about the rippling, that reaches out From that one pebble, leaf — or a casting of sand? Patterned in a rhythm, the watch full, Seer. Sprinkling like a constellation of circled echos That is the time of your searching: listening and...

by | Jan 20, 2006 | Diary

I’ve left the Wanderer stone there, at the water. And arranged other stones, each ruled with a quartzite thread, as a wrapping, beneath the waves. Hold me, once I’m gone.

M O (U) R N I N G

by | Jan 14, 2006 | Diary

This morning I suppose, that I was mourning. But really, I was not – more: Looking and listening. And thinking about the passage of others. And Matt. But deer (dear) came, instead. To re-mind me, of the life lived now. And that she was hungry. And looking. At...