Midnight Clarity Poems

Cut the apple through
and see the heart,
unblemished,
full of juice,
...

I don't know the way
to san jose, the price of tea
in china, I never met
a hill of beans
...

I am mist
and mystery,
will coil about you
like a dream made real
...

Twilight brings half light,
soft silhouettes against the clouds
mere traceries of life
that boomed and strutted
...

Morning was her favorite time of day. Night was just a space between sunset and sunrise where people snored and snorted and sometimes got pregnant.

Morning was the time of singing birds, gleaming clouds and steaming cups of fragrant coffee just waiting to welcome doughnuts for their dunk. At the thought of coffee she stretched a long lazy luxurious stretch, rolled over, fell out of bed and broke her neck.
...

and impulse is the master
of us all, except the dalai lama,
even he may have a moment
where duality shudders into
...

Usually the moment
holds me,
I remember the past,
think briefly of the future,
...

Wind strokes the trees,
a lover's touch that sets
the leaves to sighing;
Rain slicks the road,
...

Thunder rocks and rolls
a back and forth
of snap and snarl
all knitted up
...

The pots, the pans,
the cup, the knife
all sang songs of yesterday
and every time I cooked
...