DRIFTERS©
START ANYWHERE
GINGER SNAPS!
a factory of ideas lies pulsating in imagination
black smokers on the continental rift
fire dragons
barren winter trees
stifle dreams of spring
twitter bits scavenge seeds
stark sunlight is a merciless joy that seems relentless
how endless the procession
nether land has drifted
so far this intangible reality has slipped through clumsy gloves
to reach the secret heart of souls who live right here
looking nothing like worms or dragons
maybe the cashier at our Arco station
his bearded impossible effervescent smile
cheerfulness an infectious virus that spreads everywhere
bringing gratefulness to the most mundane
and so right here
amongst honorable peers
the secret heart of winter trees
is breathing
WORK SONG
merging with traffic on the Lawrence Expressway
is a disappearance in plain sight
while no one looks there is no I
a flight of crows passes the unknown meridian
freedom of days and stop lights beyond count
I turn on the heater to care for invisible toes
the engine hums, still mellow after fifty odd years
no accounting for one who has forgotten
sky streaked with grey that also vanishes
following crows
ordinary life becomes itself
landscaping a zendo with discarded broken concrete
replacing a worn out toilet
yelling medfly! from atop a walnut tree
chasing illusions that flump on cold flattened tires
god, are you listening?
the invisible one laughs
no answer
how wonderful!
SAGE RIDERS
gamma rays pass through cherry blossoms
oblivious to throngs of viewers
however delicate
red scintillations
shimmering on water
the human cloud is blown by agitation
pierced with meditations
sage and thyme
corral sponges
spider webs from Australia
lofted over the rise and fall of régimes
bring a necessity for pruning trees
an email from my sister in Hawaii
brings photographs
just seeing people
who defy the usual principal
all of us drifting slowly along
may take longer than spider webs that
despite delicacy
crossed an orange horizon
