rain/ falls/ gently raw/ each single drop's/ singular message plummets/ from on high

They wanted me / to stay inside their box, // to color / inside their lines // They wanted me / to stay inside

it is a sandy path/ where unkindnesses gather/ to argue and discuss/ qualitiesof wind and sun and sky

Tender the late day / Water rippling in slowly / Freighters drift by / The beacon on a spit of sand

Now I know-/ it’s not a dream.// A new art of supremacy/ breaking mutual ground.// Now I know-

As a boy, his fingers flew,/ fluttering over the white and/ black keys through the doors/ of the

Overcome by light/ there’s no distance/ I can place myself/ and resist it./ All is there -­- leaves

I was too late./ And at this point, I am unsure/ if this feathered foe is toying or avoiding.// After being called

large wings flap/ alongside/ unheard beneath the breeze// gliding to a destination/ not yet seen// the great

You’ve been trying at this for so long/ Every day, week, hour you struggle for it/ Four years, unceasing

You saw me walking/ In the rain holding/ My broken umbrella/ Folded and inoperable/ Rainwaters ruthlessly

Hello I say so far under my breath/ that it is to myself.// I greet a chair that should be rocking/ facing the

Stately, solemn cedars, elms & oaks/ stand composed in days without wind/ or rain yet begin to dance

I can tile the ocean floor/ while you whisper into my snorkel,/ something about the waves, breaking

I thought these were blackberries/ for years—my neighbor’s tree/ grew many berries; staining

When I was seventeen -/ For sure more wet than dry -/ I flattened out some grass/ And angled in the sky.

born at sunrise —/ whatever happens/ happens today

Wave song,/ whale song/ starting low,/ rising slow,/ growing strong. // Come along!// Let it call you

Bone-white ground crusty/ underfoot. In the clearing,/ snowbanks warmed to dripping/ by the sun.

The sun broke the rules of winter,/ Creeped inside gallantly with a promise of elopement./ The Beatles