Recent Poetry
The Ask
Slow down. If you’re asking. That is my demand.
If you’re asking of me an answer then slow down.
Let me choose the right words so that I do not misspeak. There are words to put in order. They are not jumpers or noisemakers. They do not seek distraction.
Ask me like a mountain asks, with receding ice and a trickle in the direction of the sea.
Give pause. If you’re asking. That is my request.
If you’re asking for a story then give pause.
Let the listening come forward like the swell of an ocean wave. Like the thump of wings on water.
Listening is a currency and a space. Make room for what you call in with your questions.
Bring yourself. If you’re asking. That is my dream.
If you’re asking for a reflection then bring yourself.
I’ll meet you there. We will ask not for an answer, but for a question. For a crack to bring a breakthrough.
Come to think of it, ask away. As you are.
Be a buzz. Be a flutter. Never mind.
I’ll be here.
Not asking.
I don’t know how without you.
When I do, I will.
Wild Geese
No matter what kind of chaos we are capable of as humans; the us-ing and them-ing, the cutting ourselves off from source, the forgetting of belonging… we still have snow geese.
They capture our sense of wonder when their wings beat water.
They lift into shapes that change color with direction.
They display a knowing that is deeper than our thoughts. A thinking that comes from their being.
And from there, they fly. To re-mind us who we really are.
May we rise like wind and shift like seasons. May we move from the space of knowing our togetherness. And fly the day awake from the spirit of all of us.
