|3.||A Chipmunk Barks At Me||5/17/2006|
|4.||Writing Against Dying...||5/17/2006|
|5.||Spring Rain Sauna||6/11/2006|
|6.||Hitching Post (Found Poem)||6/15/2006|
|7.||An American's View Of Europe, From Berlin - 06-19-06 (A Found Poem)||6/19/2006|
|8.||Singing With The Country Road||6/23/2006|
|9.||The Weight Of Fogs||6/23/2006|
|10.||Wildlife Internship: Found Poem||7/9/2007|
|11.||Well Come To World Mart!||8/31/2007|
|13.||Two Found Poems: The Floral Artist & The 'strelitzia Reginae'||6/11/2006|
|16.||And What If We Were All Gods?||5/17/2006|
|18.||A Silk Moth's Heaven||6/15/2006|
|20.||Mosquitoes And Blackflies||5/18/2006|
Comments about Chi
All night, insects and pipers sing in the marshes,
and the little wet ponds in the woods.
They sing, as if the night wouldn't be night
without their songs.
Often, I have wondered if they sing for comfort
against the dreadful tentacles that find their way
in the dark molecules of impalpable night;
to attract the opposite sex, to mate, to procreate,
to write against the night; or simply, for the sake of song,
I wonder why humans sleep at night.
I wonder if there are songs too under the ocean floor
The fog comes as we talk,
settles between us
and hides you from me.
It listens for a while,
then passes on, down
the street without a word,
and without taking along,
its trailing dress.