We go back to the pond/ And still he is there,// Standing on the jagged stonesSurrounding the edge of the

A front porch offers an artist’s view / of Canada geese. // The geese return every year, unannounced

Constellated droplets / cling to a slender gum leaf. / Time stands for their togetherness / a moment only

waking / early // above / the mountain / cold // morning / star

Snails have infested my garden. / They are preparing for the winter storms / By suckling dandelion

Grey clouds swift on an unfelt wind / stained by the fuchsia-gold light / of the sun resting beyond the sierra

Did Eumolpus cry, his infantile / lungs constricted by the icy / waters when his mother flung him

Some say autumn’s not/ the season of dying/ but rather of life renewing—/ to be honest, I just

It’s not the swallow’s fault your head hurts / Nature finds its payback in the / Eaves and framework of

I wait all year to see blossoms on the cherry tree below my window. They begin as small green buds in

A compass is a rose is a flower./ Bees are dying, but so are people.// The more I live, the less I know

It changed/ slowly at/ first,a scratch,/ a crumble,// thenchipped stone/ fell. Thenrot grew/ darker. Then

Something was missing from Creation./ Almost all extremes had been explored,/ but imagination still

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