We traverse the horizon, yet just for a time
But arcs have a way of fooling the mind.
What draws us forward comes above and below
We center our point and focus to see.…

God took photos while watering
in the pre-dawn darkness;
Or were those x-rays seeking out
signs of cardio-vascular life?

Flashes in the mist under cover
light and charge the languishing soul
With ponderings of possibility
for estrangement and engagement

Shall I be a wave or a particle today?…

Such speed, seeds scatter
in wayward winds;
we clutch to clothes
with one hand
barely covering us
and greedily grasp to catch
what we did not plant
with the other

How far the fields
lay fallow waiting
to be tilled by the
hopes of all the Living;
Crossing the threshold
from pain to stain
Stamped and torn
from future’s sight…

Who cares for little ones
in prisons forgotten?…

Has the earth ever made sweet love to you?
If so, how would you ever know?

Have you ever felt the seed of the wind
smear across your parched lonely skin?
Have the wet kisses of summer
assaulted your body with tremors of eros?…

What breaks on the dawn
a light on the shore…
a reef in the sea…
Toward which horizon do we reach?

Dare we touch the fire
‘neath the skin of creation…
or does the Flame
fan desire into us?

Can we break the bough
and pour the cup
of tree and sap
that welcome the stars?…