Fullness surprises
gasps – red rising!

A stroke, a fall
corn moving the dark

What Soul lingers
across the skies

Blinding lamps
on fastened faces?

Holy Stars
dot the ceiling

In naked stirrings
of Life underneath…

Night of No Sleep
creeps in the Cold

Streaming tears for
Huamantla Moon!…

In the darkness of stilled eyes
the heart hears with pregnant breath…
the delicate punctuation
of your one-line song…
alluring me into the rhythm
of coaxing convergence

To be hidden is to
not know but to love
that edge of the present
which cannot be clearly seen
but only held as
the blind hug from behind
your back that surprises
and comforts you without
specific conveyance

Can faith simply be to love enough
AND reach abundantly to more?…

We traverse the horizon, yet just for a time
But arcs have a way of fooling the mind.
What draws us forward comes above and below
We center our point and focus to see.…

God took photos while watering
in the pre-dawn darkness;
Or were those x-rays seeking out
signs of cardio-vascular life?

Flashes in the mist under cover
light and charge the languishing soul
With ponderings of possibility
for estrangement and engagement

Shall I be a wave or a particle today?…

Such speed, seeds scatter
in wayward winds;
we clutch to clothes
with one hand
barely covering us
and greedily grasp to catch
what we did not plant
with the other

How far the fields
lay fallow waiting
to be tilled by the
hopes of all the Living;
Crossing the threshold
from pain to stain
Stamped and torn
from future’s sight…

Who cares for little ones
in prisons forgotten?…