Tag Archive: existence


There at the end of
the garden are all of
the seasons’ lessons
to be learned

So let’s Us harvest
– for unless we harvest …

© Chagall 2016

Missive: Dear Sara

Like air
it’s everywhere
you breathe

Morning is life
as much as light
polishes

Now seems
to work best
at times

But i don’t know what
i don’t know – is it only
martini? (i could – as you suggest –
rhyme that with blini)

A kiss for any monday
appears on your lips
till our lips meet yet again tomorrow

How pregnant
the pause and i am
postpartum

Now indeed seems
to work best
all the time

© Chagall, 2016

For Someone Like Sara

Sweet potato by Melissa drying
together in one heap.

I make a one-cup dough everyday,
roll it or fill it.

We’ve seawater still on our fingertips,
a crust of hot crystal salt.

I’m different – you said,
through the open window – I’m the one looking up.

You were late. I watched you gather lilac and lace
by the unlatched gate.

Your breathing stills matter about the fire,
all being is cured aromatic.

And so able to last
forever.

© Chagall 2016

First Things First

Advance humbly;
we all were once
squiggly beings.

© Chagall 2016

Haiku for Pervasive Things

Maybe just nature
More than anything demands
Love, respect, our fear

© Chagall 2016

Star Catalog SAO 244567

Conflicted today about what to write:
a new star born in the stingray nebula or
my father and I in a photo younger
than my children are today.

Astronomers say the star expanded due to a helium flash,
“…back to giant dimensions: the born again scenario.”

Through the Hubble telescope I can see my dad
swim upon ripples of time, breathe between strokes,
expertly gulping air.

Suns by day are stars by night depending where you are.

© Chagall 2016

Unstated

see
ghosts flee
these fields

lavender
notwithstanding

hear the elders
spoke

words melt
ignorant wisps
away

I am yet
not fulfilled

here this place
unknown

© Chagall 2016

Of

The sounds of night
linger and stray
into morning

This is not
real light
I’m aware

Too faded
perhaps
too bright

Too soon
the day
breaks

The day
brakes

Time slows

I enumerate
each passing
thing

One by
one

I am lost
in implicate order

Purely
of my own design

© Chagall 2016

Let There Be

The universe is staging
a trillion-photon march on creation
to show us how solidarity’s done

Anywhere that light is
that’s where you’ll find me

© Chagall 2016

Morning Nocturne

Consider that
there is
no God

All birds sing
of their own
volition

Albeit
a sadder tune

There is
no echo
nor refrain

No joyous
hallelujah

A lonely lilt
on empty branch

© Chagall 2016

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