(East)
That Life conceived
In Darkness born
The Light that lights my eye is Wisdom's Child
...
The brown strength of roots
and the decadence of ripeness
fall full against the golden arms
that strain to hold the southing sun
...
This clod of earth that I call mine
is only dust and dirt,
Until your overflowing water
spills the green upon the brown.
...
Yellow-eyed and awkward walking,
Head a-bob, the air shaped blackbird,
glossy in the morning glimmer,
timid, tastes the lake-shore rim.
...
Like a door, I'm poor at metaphor, and very bad with simile.
I'm more than just a little off on my rhymability.
My mother, the existentialist, has never cared for meaning.
...
Human Wisdom,
freed from dinosauric strength
and lunic light,
has sprouted wings
...
The spirit is breathing
eternal internal
until the Word eternal
external matters
...
Isn't it funny how
they always want money
the smell of wet wool
and cigarette butts
...
Kissing that freckle,
I don't know how I missed it
After all these years.
...
At time's cold river
I only appear to drink:
Thirst creates my life.
...
The summer sun has fled to warmer climes
before the dauntless lance of winter.
Warmth and Life have folded up their clothes
...
I never write poetry.
But,
When driving an ugly truck
Down a busy road,
...
A husbandfatheractortruckdrivingmassagetherapistgardeningpipecarrier in awe of the Great Mysterious trying to become a human being.)
The Four Grandmothers
(East)
That Life conceived
In Darkness born
The Light that lights my eye is Wisdom's Child
(South)
She speaks the Word
He is the Word
I hear Oneword within Her silent hall
(West)
All things that Matter rise from Her
He names by sound and song
My flesh is flesh of Mother's only Child
(North)
This Life from Her
He is this Life
This Life I live beneath Her starry shawl
(East)
That Life conceived
In Darkness born
The Light that lights my eye is Wisdom's Child