Look Away

10 December 2011

The pot boils,

the flower blooms,

the writing fades,

the light glooms.

We watch without blinking,

eyes watering, winking--

still, the child grows,

flourishes, goes

when we look away.

For a Time

4 December 2011

I have learned there’s a treatment
to amputate whatever
silence cannot be tolerated,
whatever noise needs hushed.
Extremities are a nuisance, even when
Nature herself dictates that I receive
the gift of acute feeling
for a time. To numb is the norm;
Experience has become
a choice against the grain--
to dive in, to know, to stay sane
amidst the chaos.

Congruence

6 March 2011

I never have understood this brand of non-conformity,

everyone building their own unique

from homologous blocks of vaguely varying hues;

differing degrees of sameness. The very pretty

people somnambulate to and fro scrutinizing;

assimilating bits of cleverly pieced cotton and ramie;

making their resulting congruence

a little less distinctive, a little more

just like everyone else.

Early Morning

20 September 2010

Refrigerator hummmmmmms.
Scritch scritch scritch scritch.
Tapity tapity tapity tapity comes the dog
down the hallway, where
a clock ticks audibly somewhere out of sight.
I sniff sniff SNEEZE to the whrrrrr and whiff
of the ceiling fan;
watch the sun slowly sigh through
the autumn breeze; the silent trees.