Day 30
there are stories of stick men
walking out of the river
groaning for a proper smoke
and a nice cup of tea
Day 31
these days are a razed museum
waiting for the water to wash them away
Day 32
this floating world
such a thin skin
what lasts rips through
and bleeds
Day 33
aye, do not dream of spring
do
not
Day 34
the calendar
lost in a current of hours
Day 35
delay delay
the body delays
I am learning
to listen
Day 36
this season
is all rain and phlegm
Category Archives: winter
Days 2025: Winter (20-22)
Day 20
meditate on ice and cold, carrying enough warmth
in your pockets to carry you into the next work day.
For now, wait on the sun, the days to grow long and long
trying not to think how hot July will be
Day 21
there’s intercession waiting: the ice
just one more layer of thin skin
a temporary smothering here, supposing
the creation of air out of icicles clinging to the hull
pondering life as a form of evaporation
listening for the first hint of the skin cracking
Day 22
soak in a bit of the sun, debate with yourself
over which of the household chores
need avoiding. stick to decaf
aspire to be more like the dogs napping
while refusing to give over the whole of the day
to sleep and to the night that stands waiting
Days 2025: Winter (17-19)
Day 17
old river, old mirror tell me please
is this the old man you thought I’d be?
the dark horizon across illuminated
by a single strand of light
by your depiction the bridge, in pieces
a dream of metal lilly pads, headlights hop
have you drawn me out yet
the years running backwards in cross currents
in how many years will I return again
as a new born river monster
all memory
and gills
Day 18
rapt and content, even when circumstance
sends us out; yesterday’s rain
cleared some of ice and snow, and what’s left
is marked and polluted
that bite in the afternoon wind, a warning
but we find ourselves
cozy
nonplussed
Day 19
such a blowy snow
the globe
must be
busted