Moving On

Moving On

The wide-eyed moon

approved

of my leaving,

living my life with passion.

The sun had nothing to say

of my journey

having yet awakened

from the slumber of the past.

I smiled at the wide-eyed moon,

finding my road easy

lined with light, life

and excitement.

Morning Bird

When I hear their song

as morning rises,

I am ignorant of their name.

What is a word



when the self surrenders

to the sound

and finds the humanity

that dances

to the delight of living. 

Interconnections

Nature and Meaning

The Law of Poetry

Do Stripped Mined Mountains go to Heaven?

Wasteland

They split open the month of June

and gut her eternity,

leaving the autumn rain

to pour down the naked wound.

The winter winds lash and weep

for their familar caress--only to find the shadows

of rocks and mud, the blood of heaven.

With April's fragile memory

they plant grass on the corpse

hoping to fool the horizon, hoping

to hide their sin.

Stop Mountain Top Removal in Appalachia

History's Heap

History's Heap

Ancient worlds created heaven

and truth and deities that rule.

We suffer their wisdom.

Those opposed dead for centuries,

with only the silent earth

to hold the other side

of our eternity.