Day 51
[52]
the air all sun and ice
all the warmth there is
shine in the constellations
of my family’s eyes
Day 52
a bit of a thaw
uncovers the wasteland
we construct, call
a civilization
Day 53
Yeorgi, are the plans finished?
selah
Day 54
the river will tell
said the old captain
what it needs when
Day 55
one with the mud roll back, old clay
into the river
birth us
a brand new world
Day 48
the universe is infinite and two feet tall
laughs and draws herself
holding hands with Baba Yaga
Day 49
given the state of humanity
I place my hope in monsters
Day 50
[A Day Before 52]
Today at home: a birthday gift I’ve given myself
during this cold, wet season; the silence falls
in snow and refracted sunbeams. safe
with hot coffee and warm socks
I am anxious about eating eggs
so I showered and shaved
like the men from my childhood did —
whether or not the world ends.
Then, meditating on the three states of water,
offer up a thankful prayer
that the ice did not stretch its way
into my veins: the gift given me today.
Day 46
the great weeping sky arrives
reminding us where the heart lies
and where the machine takes hold
leaving blood and bone cold
for stolen currency
Day 47 (haiku)
this wet season
we float / sink as critters
forgot the bones
