Tuesday, June 26, 2018

6.26.18




6-14-18



What is the first thing?
The first thing is speaking.
Well, that isn’t true.
The first thing is nothing.
Nothing, then speaking.
Second, there is forming,
a delicate shaping, or a violent birth?
Both spit stones out.
For the third thing,
comes breaking, splitting and dividing
into solid and heavenly,
day breaks from night,
broken into quarters, and now,
thing the fourth,
is of stirring ingredients
and claiming, deciding;
of skeletal status, wandering or fixed.
Things now make their own things,
growing and reaching
over the rift,
put into motion, their energy stored
count gilding cylinders,

unique and abiding.

Monday, June 25, 2018

6.25.18

Still here, still doing the things. Why not a cat haiku?




On a pillow, perched
Waits striped and whiskered judgement.
How shall I proceed?


Eyes green and jeweled
Pulse closed, and open slowly.

It is safe to sleep now.