Soft light over valleys resting in shadow
cradled by mountains grasping at the sky—
lords of the winding rivers gone far away
to quench the horizon’s thirst for more...
Sensation in shadow is this intoxication
breathing in the vapors together
and watching the walls turn to rivers flowing away...
Breathe in and taste what’s always there
wrapped around us like a second atmosphere
woven into thought and breath and choking sob...
Gnawing at flesh down to the bone
life blood extracted and dripping off fangs
elixir of sun’s vision over cloud tops
gliding over the world spinning away...
At the edge of a meadow beneath tall pines
I saw a shadow making its way to Zion
leading the blind across broken bridges...
Let the wild ones lead us into glory
on stormcloud rivers in the sky that speak with thunder
of the floodplains feeding from their currents...
Cry out to the one who walks ancient roads
those funeral trails built to honor the sky...
Out among the places where rats live with vermin
the voiceless masses protest their lack of anything to say
by striking out blind against a world that swallowed them...
Veins filled with holy fire
A light with no creation come alive with the sacrifice
To walk the world it dreamed in childhood
Along this river I lost track of my reflection
Amidst a thousand fragmented lives rolling out to sea
The smiles that swept past before I could return them
Tears that joined the current and were lost.
She paid the ferryman with a gold coin and a lingering glance
No other passengers waited to board
So he pushed back from the dock into the current
Sweeping down to tunnels through the red cliffs
And lights deep within of something almost like a city.
Far off beyond golden fieldsThe irrigation ditch begins its life as a springThen bubbles down a rocky slope to unspool into a ribbon stream.Wildwood and brambles grow alongsideChoking the Earth for a chance to drink.A man stands on the stream bank, seeking to cross.He watches the spun glass ripples of stream over rock bedImagines the… Continue reading Bridge in the Woods
The walls close in, distorted, Funneling me toward a door That separates my soul from the divine. Through the keyhole lies a world Whose edges fade into the space Between truth and lies. A river of grief flows among the brambles, Scorching its way across a blackened plain. It’s arms scrape meaning From dirt that… Continue reading The River