Words are the distance
from the sensate in my mind now in yours
Across the miles postmarked
whispers in a letterbox
I will shake you healingly
but maybe not lovingly
Listen – grab that
it’s a tale of umbilical proportions
I imagine that clay works
very much the same way
Chagall 2016
Before time there wasn’t only
incessant heartbeat
Humans though water are merely steam
no less of all things
The moment before you knocked
the door swings open wide: you arrive
The ones already in search continue
long before you’re here
And wordless reads best
though you can’t remember
I relish the sizzle
when we meet ice
How we burn
underneath the numb
Chagall 2016
You keep seeing me from the outside in
I think that’s good
she said
Up to a point I’m guessing
then it demands
deeper dives
A roil – yes there must be
one of those – a tussle
some physical fabrication
Two bodies meshed – or is it fused?
I think it’s just sliding
gliding really
Chagall 2016
The night air is extraordinarily
cold, rarefied – prompts me to consider
if I had considered the language
It is snowing
then I thought simply
It snows
or simpler
Snowing
and still
just
Snow
sparkling
dry falling
night squadrons
wee icy crystals
cascade down her lashes
freeze cheeks
numb kisses
her lips
quickly
we are the first
to warm ankle-deep in
Snowfall
Chagall 2015
Can’t we simply
allow life to be
ebullience?
Chagall 2015
There is no day
for this is timeless
light at an angle
setting the stage
for me and you
The sun just beyond
the outskirts of the dome
casts a gold peach shine
that bakes us warm
I stand observed and seen
apart from any movement
of moments, even they
freeze
So still
one can hear
oneself breathe
one’s own breath
in the space of intervals
there’s lifetime
Let’s wait a beat
let’s bounce about
so ably we abound
round bottomed and bare
Chagall 2015
She laughs when days grow longer
amazed that time sprouts wings
enables more than dappled life is light
Before the moment renders, surrenders
flow to heart her mind aloft she lingers
More than haunting scent hypnotic
bewilder, bother – be careful: she wishes
true comes more than not
Steady like red
Chagall 2015
All of the things
I seek to avoid
are wrapped up in
neat tidy bundles.
Chagall 2015
For a moment I think
it’s snowing till
I realize it is
the frenzy of static
that separates beings
made visible this day
by gray wan light.
Chagall 2015
Alphabet City 