cup half-full

Over sixty
    pain nibbles at our days,
threatens to commandeer
    the entire pallete--

Yet too is the cup half-full!

nameless birds zing
across Chester Street at dusk,
roosting time in the blossoming trees,

reminding us-
The Joy of Incarnation-

poet's view

     Lost in the fascination over new products generated by computer technology is the fact these advances in the arts of abbreviation have stripped us of our bodies--  bodies made for direct connexion to the earth & sky.  Worse yet, technology sells itself on the premise that the body is not only inefficient & cumbersome, but the locus of hardship & 'necessity'-- which it happily dispatches with its swarm of (pricey) appliances....

turning pedals

     You can have all the iPhones & Smartphones & IPads & Nanos & laptops & tweets etc you want--
     Just give me pedals turning a fat-tire cruiser bike down a ditch-tender backroad out Yuba County  some glorious sun-splashed morning in April, serenaded by the exuberant whistles of red-wing blackbirds bobbing on cattails there & above me blue textures on cheeky rainclouds: on the distant Coast Range blue veils trailing the far earth.....

near the Arctic Circle

A full moon rises huge & yellow
Over great tracts of tundra
Near the eightieth parallel
Under a magnificent borealis-
A young grey wolf drinks
From a long tire-pond
On the rough road once used
As a shortcut to Sitka