Monthly Archives: November 2015

enteric

I gather my life

each morning

as I wake

and sometimes

this collection

seems ill fit —

a strange fruit

 

curious that these

of odd origins

–would still

be with me

 

what is it

that compels

the gathering up

the sorting through

as if there was

an actual collection

of things

 

for don’t we

arise fresh & new

each day?

can we not

but do that?

 

what accrues

at our feet,

around ankles

recollections

 

what strange

chance that is

as if things

are tethered

tight to me

that I have no

real choice

about –somehow

 

even trying on

this form

these quick sentences

one sentence

too a sentence

 

enteric gossip

things left behind

undigested

left unresolved

festering

only in the way

that things

kept shut in

will do

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Coyote Blue

We walk our usual traces

along the back fields, now quiet

 

Once we had conversations

of a bovine-canine nature

 

Blue amongst the blue

sky and young ruminants

 

But today  there you stood

catching my eye and my breath

 

And this conversation was all

there needed to be    In pause

 

–I stood with you in kind

What order of listening is this?

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When you chose to take leave,

I found you had left something

 

With me  –a grace that not only

touched but held my own Wild

 

While Blue reminds me of the life

shared within walls I call Home

 

You today –show me we walk together

what once were walls, dissolve into vastness