This spring sure beats last spring

I am nowhere
going nowhere
this machine
obeys to none
Its tendency
is toward water
where it washes
what I won

I am tired
growing tired
radish black
bitter thin
I want you warm
inside my hand
you grow away
clean and dim

Three sketches from a short flight

1 Hajj

This last flight
of the last pilgrim
delayed
An unexpected rain
the first desert's
skin felt
a dry century of visitors
a welcome wash
for almost all of us


2 Nests

Inside this envelope
is another envelope
The one I meant you to open
Also, ignore the envelope
inside that first envelope
It's meant
for someone else


3 Overheard

My wife is an artist
she's completely feng shui
So amazing what's bought
a market of
decisions delegations
this plane of promises
tuck your head between your knees
tell her goodbye
we will be landing soon
one way
or another

Known Discoveries

Quantum physics

some queer science

It says some thing

can be two things

at once

In two places

at once

Entangled

Here

and there

Not a problem

 

Stranger yet

when this thing moves

its lover particle

located in another universe

or in the room next door

moves

against its will

or with it

doesn't matter

 

Like all discoveries

this has always been true

just recently known

Frankly, it explains so much

In the quantum universe

the one you

and I

may choose to believe in

this poem 

is also being written

by a hand 

of mine

it ends

the same

and different

with you

absent

and present

 

Liberty

I helped make that place

I disgraced that place

I see it empty

and I lay waste

its taste

is lost in mine

I unwrap your spine

in the light

I forget

what time

was mine

 

St Thomas

Had his first miracle
sneaking bread
under his cape
a sly night mission
to the poor
caught
opened
roses
fell out
or so they say.

No Exit

I am eleven doors
all empty
to the same chamber
everyone lingers
fingers
conversation
turns to nothing
but you

Vostok, draft sketch

There is a lake
under miles of dark ice
warmed below by an anxious earth
It hasn't seen a sun
for fifteen million years
What will it think
when spring arrives
and a hole from above
leaks our wonder
into its privacy
alone never again