If the voice of the mountains
of green and white
sang high and clear
who could hear
who could dance
to the loving laughing waters
of that stream
Voice of the mountain
Dusk draws a curtain
Dusk draws a curtain
across my eyes
my hands confirm the shape
of my face
my ears recognize the whisper
of life in the air
love beats in the heart
of every wing that flies
The age of the cell phone
I have a magical device
in my hand
when I touch a spot
with a fingerprint in the dark
it springs to life
and connects me to the moment
of the world
when I lay it down
I remember the smile of leaves
the patience of cedar
and the length of rain
I feel the hunger of the night sky
Walls and doors
Walls move back and forth
like doors
restless in the desert
and smoky winds of old desires
why do they burn
so hard and so long
before they disappear
leaving the hunger shifting
back and forth like doors
Broken
I have broken
many things
in my life
some can be repaired
Six am
A spoon in a cup
the noise
and then the silence
Stars may die
Stars may die
before I lift up my eyes
and see who you are
or I could discover now
that you are the bright star
in my heart
Whisper
I heard a whisper
in a corner of one
a small voice of fear
slipping through the fingers
of time
The kind question
The kind question to ask
the stranger
who has arrived in your mirror
is not who are you
or why have you arrived
before me
with my eyes and face
it might be
have you remembered
my name
the true name of who I am
which you have forgotten
so many times before
The list
Day by day I discover
the list of necessary
becomes shorter and shorter
love
