lone moon

June 17, 2008

Lone moon ripe as belly
split birth your cicadas,
come rain down the night
sweet silver nectars.
Come glisten the rivers
lone moon ripe as belly;
split birth your cicadas,
come drink the mystery
will rest in their humming.



June 16, 2008

Night and water all the time;
I drink their signs, the redwoods creaking.

Day and day star out of reach:
the lights that teach are constellations,

slight in the glove of a weary mime
who sets them as my sight comes leaking

rills to wend dusk’s perfect breach,
its silver charts bright consolations.