look down from the overpass

unbounded by fences or freeways
following the ancestral trails, the deer
with rocking backs, the angled spoons of their ears

predatory traffic takes a few
does not eat them
their splendid bodies lying in the road
unused

catch a neutrino underground

5 million high energy solar neutrinos pass through, probing
every square centimeter of our body every second,
a very fast snow of messages,invasion without forces,
encountering no resistance

our atoms stand aside, make room--
as if we were not intelligible to our probing sun--
empty space into which a dream expanded

suppose life is the education of matter

life-long learners?
learn something new every day?
full vessels
stuffed with knowledge
we are returned to the ground

morning concert

Chirps, tinks, gratings
din of the egg-escaped
little faces that come to a point

their aliveness, my joy, taken together

“domesticating” an animal must have been actually pretty simple. You took their child and raised it as your own, as though you had its best interests at heart...

I don’t read novels any more
the stories always end
what the words have decided

reason for writing #259

writing for my twin
who sits beside me in the other seat

yellow maples

yellow maples
the sun on yellow maples
yellow ceilings, yellow walls
mossy trunks leaning green
yellow and green
yellow leaves under the maples

stopping the car to look
into their yellow room

remiss

out walking past the bus stop
I could have said "good morning"
but I left everyone
continuing to frown

at the train window

another one of the thousands of days
same miracle of the light
usually behind house walls

with just a table between us
we watch the hills turn black,
the sun on the contrails die out,

"the moon can still see the sun" he said

how did I get so lucky
as to deserve you, my husband

coming through, blowing

a few squeaks, occasional lurches, steady rattle
smoke from the diesel engines wafting past the windows
slicing across fields, roads
startling the cows
rousing from the telephone wires
a bouncing ball of birds

in the observation car

the earth is stacked precariously here
the brown walls lean out
and the rocks have not finished falling
the sun shines on the towers standing all around the tracks
and we, so many pairs of eyes, look and look
we let our cameras get a good look too–we want to take
some of that astonishment home

The cat sits on the poem
I had meant to be insubstantial