MLK, Jr. Day, 2012
January 19, 2012
Tonight is for disappearing
for remembering names until I forget my own
for walking until the white lines of history
that defined the road for so many long years and miles
exhaust themselves
leaving the future as well
unnamed
and we, standing here naked,
shoulder to shoulder,
free at last.
Winter solstice poem
December 23, 2011
Skin of the World
I walk out the door of this new my-home
through then beyond the reach
of maddening streetlights
to the gravel path descending into the marsh
I come here hungry
for a shock
for a confirmation
for a goddamn sign from above
As I near the water, the wooden posts marking the path’s
edge shine whitely, primly,
the darkness thickens
my muscles tense
from fear or cold
and suddenly I have arrived
the path has come to an end
all there is is reflected in a still creek
and the stars are indecipherable
Eyes dry, ankles chill with waiting
neck bent back, I watch
Star people, I am here!
Their brilliance is unchanged
no message, no fiery comet
no night bird’s shattering cry
I give up, my eyes close
and it comes:
when I dissolve into darkness
when the distance between seer and seen collapses
my skin is the skin of the world.
Pre-solstice poem
December 22, 2011
Skin of the World
I walk out the door of this new my-home
through then beyond the reach
of maddening streetlights
to the gravel path descending into the marsh
I come here hungry
for a shock
for a confirmation
for a fucking sign from above!
As I near the water, the wooden posts marking the path’s
edge shine whitely, primly,
the darkness thickens
my muscles tense
from fear or cold
and suddenly I have arrived
the path has come to an end
all there is is reflected in a still creek
and the stars are indecipherable
My eyes dry, my ankles chill with waiting
neck bent back, I watch
Star people, I am here!
Their brilliance is unchanged
no message, no spontaneous comet
no sudden reddening of the Milky Way
I let my eyes close
and it comes:
when I am not seeing
and not seen
when the dark behind my closed eyes and before my open eyes is equal
my skin is the skin
of the world.
Fotos of Point Reyes Station, Summer and Fall 2011
November 16, 2011
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