the wind walks through me in the hollow field wind threads itself through ribs of grass and what is left of me I try to keep my name but it turns with the leaves lifting before I can speak it #poetry

somewhere inside the last “i am” another voice hums not denial not survival only the quiet suspicion i never began #poetry

at the edge of morning no one waits - still the first birds begin #haiku

the fallen tree has opened a little sky already the young pines are turning toward it even absence has a direction #poetry

the rain has stopped from leaf to leaf it continues without rain #poetry

we inherited the after of a promise mouth-full of future bright word America broken open nothing inside but the sound of saying it #poetry

what is it to keep the way the air keeps a bird only while it is moving perhaps nothing stays except by passing through us i love you in the condition of leaving even now the distance between us is full of you #poetry

roadside dandelion already in its white phase the wind looking on #haiku

Implication of Words I say the river and already too much river separating water from bank bank separating earth from water earth water from and the until nothing can be said without beginning again #poetry

all my life I have been finishing sentences begun before my birth some morning perhaps I will leave one unfinished and walk into whatever my silence allows #poetry

the strangest prison has no walls only sentences repeated #haiku

the forgotten password guards a former version of who I was #haiku

I turn toward the trees nothing there but leaves moving which may be enough #haiku

and still, the rain fell #poetry

evening now and the field slowly gives back the light nothing asks where it is going nothing calls it loss only the grass darkening beneath what remains #poetry

perhaps nothing will remember us in the depth of time perhaps remembering was only ever our name for the light remaining a little longer after what it touched was gone #poetry

somewhere the rain I heard as a child is still falling not there not now but in that country my mind makes from whatever it cannot return to I listen and for a moment cannot tell which side of the rain I am on #poetry

I have carried one evening for fifty years without knowing why nothing happened that I can tell you the road was wet the trees were nearly dark and somewhere beyond them a life I had not lived yet was waiting #poetry

how strange that a life should disappear unevenly whole years gone and one afternoon still there a window open rain beginning someone saying something I can no longer hear #poetry

there must have been an afternoon I did not know I would remember light moving through the grass someone turning toward me nothing remarkable which may be why it has followed me this far #poetry

there are places that exist only while someone is paying attention the pattern sunlight makes through oak leaves the exact shape of a cloud reflected in water a stranger’s face just before recognition entire countries appear and disappear #poetry

the forest today feels older than conversation I walk until the part of me that needed to call things by name falls behind then only wind and sunlight moving through leaves and two birds proving that distance is not always separation #poetry

who gathers all the moments I fail to notice? the smell of cedar just before the rain a shirt sleeve brushing goldenrod the brief hesitation on the edge of a stranger’s smile someone must have been awake #poetry

there is another who lives one heartbeat ahead of me touching the bark before I call it oak feeling the cold stream before I remember the word water at midnight our footsteps become indistinguishable #poetry

wind moves through tall grass all my names for the moving arrive after it #haiku

summer thunderclouds the sky exceeds each sentence before it is said #haiku

I close both my eyes the world keeps on describing what sight cannot hold #haiku

wind in the pines my mind keeps adding someone who is listening #haiku

edge of the marsh grass one heron lifts her left foot then the whole morning #haiku

old stone in the field lichen completes the sentence begun long before #haiku