February 15, 2014
Birds are singing;
Sun is shining.
Wind blows snow
Off the trees.
Spring is coming!
Birds are singing;
Sun is shining.
Wind blows snow
Off the trees.
Spring is coming!
The wind carries our will
Through the water
To find earth;
Through earth
To fire.
The heart flame
Forms sudden ceramics:
Vessels, bowls, pitchers
To pour water
Through cupped hands.
A wooden basin splinters;
The pelvis holds earth;
The tea kettle hisses,
Steam sings
Break fast.
I believe but cannot prove
I would never try to convince you
that one and one is two.
God made the stars
from fire and ice:
the melody
of strummed guitars,
geometry, the silence
of the wise;
the firmament in minor chords;
impossible dragons:
love and hate.
Celestial bodies
strung out
in space.
I trust in faith
without the hope
that death ends life.