Day 1
locked down for the season
on this land between the bridges
all concrete and wild weeds
waiting for the thaw
Day 2
overnight, a cold kiss on the wind
all the New Year’s syne sang out
here we sing against the current
here we pray not to break, only bend
Day 3
the first of the sky-is-falling days–
haunted by that one winter freeze
some collective memory from before
the age of digital photography
Category Archives: Days
Day 65, 2024 (end of watch)
meditate then on the weight of water
this floating life these bones
this lingering season, its sudden end
an answer hauled in on murmurating sails
pushed by blue heron winds
singing more songs under warming sun
writ under the closed eye of a sleeping moon
Day 64, 2024
this other side of a tired moon
asks only for my sleep