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Deciding this morning whetherUnder The Tree
I wish your teacher
Hadn’t taught you hardball
Or you’d have played a bit softer with me
And had I needed
Not to wipe the sweat from your brow
You’d be sleeping, I’d be living a life
Flee now, rejection!
Else I wish forever more
On this Earth, in my dreams, and in heav’n
He Said To Me
I need to move
from Earth
I need to make space
as if I were a creator
or creative, of some sort
I need to mark
from Intention
I need to mean something
as if they’d someday speak
Or marvel, of the firmament
Dear Father,
Love Dust
With what gloves do you handle
Your mother
The one who wonders at you
What pieces of your heart do you hold
For her alone
Will you rise to all she knows you are
And meet her at her pace
Catch her if you can!
With what boots do your walk upon
Your mother
The one who provides for you
What segment of your sinew do you share
For her creatures
Will you champion her air and terroir
And give your dying breath
Back from whence you came!
Steady Go
We’re supposed to be calm through all this
Act unaffected
Not try to reverse-spin the Earth on its axis
In an attempt to double-see the bizarre we saw
To test it against the age-old version of gravity
And ask the person standing next to us
Did we see what we just saw?
Memorialize. What. We. Just. Saw.
For posterity
Meanwhile, let the shadows call us crazy
Don’t ask them about truth
Move
What is the loveliest thing
I Am thatWho is the most humble One
I Am HeWhere does the Earth need the Sky
I Am thereThe way we must live to fight well
I Am howThe reason that they will hear hope
I Am whyThe now to remember your strength
I Am when
School
I think The Earth is moving
It’s not where I Left It
When in my Second-Story, Circus-Red-And-White-Striped childhood bedroom
I Knew never
Would wrongs be deemed Right
Should the voiceless be Silenced
Could I stay and just play School
Did you don Your cape then too
A Poem Found Me
What?
I wait motionless in silence, hearing nothing but the brush of my hair against the pillow fabric and the casual whirr of traffic beyond the window glass.
I expect the Earth to shake.
Or that waters will well up.
Shall fire sweep in with the wind?
Even still, I prize the void.
(Art credit: “Sacred Rectangle” rock formation; Tiger R., age 7)
This Haiku: Crowbar
Why does the window
Where from Earth I watch its Star
Seem only ajar
