Lions in the carpet
shadows whisper
what they know
in the corner
questions in the doorway
answers have failed
no one in the window
can explain
the sunlight on the trees
a pilgrim on the carpet
with the lions
and the questions
Portal
So we see the world
through a portal
placed before the sky
Silence
The silence
observes my entry
into the apparently empty room
gathers a thousand tiny bits of darkness
and drops them gently
over my searching eyes
Found
I cannot know
who has found me
until I see them
in a different light
Mirrors
Nothing good comes
from mirrors
many studies have shown this
to be true
I know
I’ve done them
take a look for yourself
the proof is obvious
Granddaughter
There is an ache
of not being there
there is an ache
of being here
a child is laughing
but I cannot hear
a child is loved and held
but not in my arms
Surprised by age
Surprised by age
not my first choice
the universe has a motor
and a hand at the wheel
it’s not my hand
The last new thing
When was the last
new thing created
this second
or never
when was the last thought
never thought before
this second
or never
when was the last
original poem written
this second
or never
Eyes
I sent
my entire message
in the space
between the lines
if it is received
I see it in the eyes
Where did you put your spaceship?
What would you do
if you misplaced your spaceship
how would you make your meeting
on the moon
how embarrassing
you could trot out your story
of alien star rayes
no one believed it last time
get your mirror proof suit on
and find that damn ship
you didn’t leave it open
at the fly in coffee shop
by the old volcano did you
daninmaya 