I run my eyes over the shape of the forest
and see nothing
Till I hold still
and see all
Chagall 2020
Archive for January, 2020
the day’s light lessens its grip on the upper limbs,
the topmost leaves hold fast to the gold
darkness comes, God as an artist with charcoal in hand
compelled to shade all the seeable surface
rough, gouged trunks of trees smoothed black
morning arrives, pollock gone mad
splashed buckets of yellow
and sky-blue
Chagall 2020
Life is so fragile
She seized zesting citrus rind
Making madeleines
Chagall 2020
the curve of her body
reclined on the settee
late morning light
the sharp intake of breath that incites
reason to live
Chagall 2019
without light
to help us discern
shape and design
we perish
believing ourselves
to be amorphous being
existence
without boundary:
all feel
Chagall 2020
We are ensnarled in a foldaway bed
once again head upside-down in the wall
flat and dark, dank, claustrophobic for sure
We’ve nothing to push against, hold onto,
no fulcrum or lever, only God now
Look down, point your ear our way
Hear our prayer
Chagall 2020
I have lunch everyday
on the last remaining
Blue Ridge plate from
the set, apples on a
stem – I remember when
they were all brand new,
un-chipped, unused, so
much life still ahead.
Chagall 2020
I said, “Babe, could you make fresh coffee please?”
He said, “There’s still some leftover in the thermos from the morning.”
I said, “Okay, thanks. I’ll go wring out some shit and drink that instead.”
He laughed. I laughed.
Siri laughed.
Chagall 2020
Betelgeuse dims,
Orion’s bold imprint against the night lessens
When the star burns out
the face of heaven will change
Moments we miss for not looking up
where stars die every day
There is more empty space,
less matter than appears
(she is more distant)
to be
We perish once
every lifetime
With infinite stars it is likely
one dies each tick of time
Constellations adapt to new sky,
radiance catches up over the years
People change
Chagall – 2020
egyptologists have scraped
from inside old urns
four thousand
five hundred
year old
yeast
from which they’ve baked bread,
crusty and tasty as an ancient jadda
Chagall 2020
Alphabet City 