Friday, December 19, 2014

The Waking Giant

I rest my feet 
upon the coffee table 
and superclusters 
untold years away 
support their weight. 
I scratch behind 
the ears of Pluto 
and Andromeda 
wags its tail. 
I place my arm 
around a maple tree 
she’s a lovely 
friend and universe. 
I rubbed my eyes 
this morning; stars 
emerged to clear 
an age of sleeping.

Thursday, December 18, 2014

This Sermon on This Life

Right now, I’m here alive. 
And when I die, 
this life will never know I’m dead. 
So why, as this vitality, 
should I concern myself with dying? 
The leaf will fall; 
the woods don’t mourn the summer 
while the trees prepare for spring. 
Am I the leaf, 
and if I am, 
I process light to know the light. 
Am I the tree, 
and if I am, 
I process light to know the light…