sukkot (10.2.20)
tinfoil and plastic pictures
are a flood of colors
in reds and golds
paperlinks rustle
like chandelier treetops
as grandfather greets the evening in prayer
splinter-walls are palaces
where I sat with my father
under the bamboo portalbridge
then down comes the bread
like manna from heaven
in a basket drop
(openroofed moonscape
is a quiet greeting
in concrete hope)
magic word (8.31.20)
translucent skinned breath
intaken forsaken life
is time’s fragile curve
and with friend’s magic word
all is brought round again to the start
(infinity in the face to face)
glasslines (8.14.20)
movingbox melody
“this side up”
[thud]
into the fray
she goes
a melt of memories:
fragile. fractured. frozen.
flight-lines cut open through every surface
and her story is told in the remainder
treetime (august 2020)
better for the wear
a hearth of shelter to those
who needed everything
and ultimately gnawed through
alive and kicking in the space
between beetled greetings
swarms of good intentions
with appetites to match
and she waits: infection, dissection, dissolution
hard hopes for an absolute not:
moments of faith
in a now, in a ‘no’, in a ‘never.’
and when the bough broke
the raintides did fall
opened onto the heart of a soundscape
like echoes of greeting (‘it was so good to see you’)
the pulse of one trembling limb later
she reaches eastward and westward
embracing heaven
in the crease of a smile