Sunday, August 24, 2014

Natural Force

The earth shrugs
and beneath the sea
mountains lift shifting waves
driving man
to higher

Primal force defines
the earth
as we are defined
by the rise and fall
of breath.

Yet contented we live
by the constant sea
as darker oceans
roil deep
beneath our feet,

and transfixed
we gaze as eternal waves,
pounding thrusting stones,
shatter to frothy foam.

No wonder, then,
when deeper lungs exhale,
in terror we flee,
and cry to God
for mercy.


Friday, August 15, 2014

Peaceful Evening

Like a dark tower,
my window looms;

ebony night waits
just a step away.

Deep silence
consumes empty spaces
in the tall trees

where breezes sing
in the joyful morning.

My feeble lamp
can only reach
a few feet out

and sets
the pale grass

as glimmering ghosts
softly search
for peace.

But peace
can be uneasy

and stillness signify


Tuesday, August 12, 2014

The Bridge at Rio Vista

The bridge stands low
over the swollen

black water,
rushing to
darker seas,


sucking breath
from the fallen,
the overboard,

the suicide.

Its sturdy stanchions,
hold fast,

give refuge
from the maelstrom,

a way across

or a place
to jump.

Monday, August 11, 2014


Rocks carelessly cast
from granite hills,

trapped by gravity and time,
slant skyward,

knives pointed at the throat
of heaven.

Like God’s memory this desert stretches
beyond our ken.

Ten-thousand cliffs rise from the level bed,
of a forgotten sea;

long ago in steam it rose
and jet-stream borne,

races through unmeasured time
in endless storm.

Friday, August 8, 2014


"She (Wisdom) is in all things like the air receiving the sunlight.  
In her they prosper.  In her they glorify God.  In her they rejoice 
to reflect Him.  In her they are united with him. " 
                                                                                       Thomas Merton

striated layers of time
rise sharply to the sky, 
and flatten out 
against anchoring blue
ages of rain and wind 
and pain. 

we are
the air receiving sunlight, 
shattering the long night
on smooth, warm stone

we are 
the morning joy
of earth, wisdom
of eternal

Tuesday, August 5, 2014


We walk secure, grounded, heavy, oblivious,
safe from perplexing weightlessness,
unlike Life Savers candies on Atlantis spinning theatrically
as glittering Las Vegas floats beneath,
or those rusty spherical droplets
of Tang, humorlessly drifting over the Indian Ocean;
we are safe even as Kubrick's treacherous computer,
tenderly releases the cradled voyager to drift reeling away,
receding, smaller and smaller, no longer a man,
a fading star, and then just gone,
unclaimed even by the false gravity
of his mother-ship.

Yes, we are safe because she holds us tightly, binds
us with unseen, loving coils, lest we range to adventures
too high, too dangerous,
too unnatural;
the bungee jumper, skydiver, snowboarder, eventually all learn
her love is costly,
and even tired, timid professors shudder
when top floor classrooms into basement labs fall;

then, with violent, jerking movement,
her jealous love pulls us, prize seed all,
into the deep, cool soil of newly furrowed cities,
Chendgu, Port-au-Prince, Santiago, Christchurch,
San Francisco,

and Gravity, jealous lover, finally claims us as her own when
in the recesses of our graves we wait,
germinal, for the static earth again
ardently to quake.