Calamity
Sweat and soot
bead brow to brow
as the fire writhes
in deadly determination
matched only by your own
single-minded, stiff-necked, staying power
your unbending brawn
face to face with this fire.
insomnia
transcendental ly speaking, my tired mind is tweaking
…like the theatre
and dancer’s passion
and tragedy
and despair.
Moondance
My little moon
Dance
Moon bright
Pure night
Snow quiet
Deep
Miles of air
Frozen
To frame this night.
Night, blast, blight, cast
Silver, quiet, quiver, diet…
Moses
There she stood in the thick straw,
legs still unsteady from the twenty-
five staggering miles between farms,
staring out at the sun, warm and bright,
where Moses stepped into the trailer…
your soul’s refraction
of seamless
satisfaction
