Out of the City Too

There is some land behind the house
sky and fields and trees
crescent moon in window frame
no chimes, still parts, no breeze.

Go out to the deck tonight
throw the locks and walk
there into the sky in flight
leave the cluttered house.

Eternity and life out there
forever and away
sitting in a folding chair
you might try to pray.

Listen to the silence
breathe the cool night air
everyone is sleeping now
neighbors, horses, bears.

Three a.m. and back in bed
you didn't go at all
better just to rest awhile
tune out the nightly calls.

Light And Lovely

 Meditation posture

in the kickback chair

legs crossed, knees up

at two a.m.

what's going on in there?

Rub away those shivers

body very rude

talking about bodies!

this one is really screwed.

Chair goes back, offers the roof

a better view above 

where are we going late?

please not the attic cove.

Light is in, beside, behind

everywhere it is

this the thought that occupies

the mind bebops within.

Heals a person anytime

can change a mountain top

Light is like the basic thing

where is it?  "I" looks up.

Fascinating occupation

in the darkness 

cheers! Focused on

esssential stuff

where do we go from here?

Look for all the cheeriness

the golden boughs, the sage

choirs with a healing touch

My Lord and the next page.

Nothing! So we go along

electric  bolts within

stiffness in the elbows

head drooping, chest fallen.

Just behind the thought

a bit, hang up the I.D.

darkness, let me go dammit

peek beneath disease.

Every day for fifty years

I signed up for this?

Yes! She whispers happily

and I am gathered in.

Breath

 

Emotion wants to say a word

reason won't reply

body is tied up again

all the parts unwise.

Do a thing ten thousand times

don't want to do it more

except for breathing

take a breath for ninety years

want more.

Poet Finds The Center Cannot Hold

 
I am a noun without a sound
point without a pen
costume kept for Halloween
quiet yet op ed.

Ego they may call it
trope laden bag of tricks
knocks on doors with rhymes
and more

often bang of head.

Sometimes two four sound alike
or six eight nine will do
one two three will play all day
can't find one more for you.

Wish I had a brain
well stacked
memories not dead
batteries backed up

Yeat's tower!
ideas!

not cricket led.
 

Home Run

 

Bless the ones who try each day

or sometimes for a lark

wind up put the bottle down

then smash it out the park.

Batting in the ninth position

tenth is on the bench, still

the ball comes towards him

and out there is the fence.

Baby on at second

mother coaches third

and the series clincher

this one is for the world!

Swing and miss take a sign

there's a ball! Outsider.

Bless the player tries again

the next one high and tighter.

All the outfield playing in

joking with each other

all the pitches curving round

but a few are hotter.

Then center fielder hears a ping

looks up sees a bother

or a bird, da plane

a bee

a bottle of his mother.

Lawn Art

 

 

 

There is mountain in the air

while bees rake what's been cut

clouds are faster than the trees

but branches still can strut.

Lawn sketched out

canvass for bees, uncut

around the flowers.

Paisley art framed by the green

sanctuary  towers.

The queen arrives to salvage

drones enjoying home

he trudges to the living room

wife owned and his kingdom.

Stretching out in cotton shorts

flowering underwear

a neighbor might come over soon,

pollinate with stares.

His woman arranges water

and conjurs up some lunch

as he cranks the stereo

Tibetan monks his bunch. 

Subwoofer aum vibrates the floor

large summer storm arrives

lightning in the neighborhood

no circuit boards are fried. 

Later walks across the street

steaming under the sun

letters in the mailbox for

the previous resident.

Car goes by eyes smiling

honks to see him there

adult home in the area? 

nice print the underwear. 

His mind a cave no flowers

filters flown somewhere

he turns and views his real estate

his feet right hot and bare. 

Trees are bright with shimmer

they welcome him in waves

twelve hundred feet up in the air

his wife looks out the cave.

Robins, Blue Jays, Hummingbirds

watch her near the fence

where she put their feeder

daily recompense.

Richer may not get to this

old age and gentle days

he now stumbles into it

while living day to day. 

Outdoor Choir

 

 

Reason is quite terrible

it leads dear men to war

love is often worse than this

beyond logic it soars.