Thursday, April 25, 2019

The Path


He had, 
in his feet,
an eerie sense of direction,
a reliable map,
a mystic compass
which directed him so that,
no matter which path he took,
he never found himself 
that lost.

Of course,
to be lost
one must first have in mind
a destination.

For an Old-Time Wanderer
like him,
this made getting lost 
nigh unto impossible.

The Path,
you see,
was the Destination.

Thursday, April 18, 2019

Dangerous Like a Murder Mystery

I'll sing a song in a minor key
It'll be dangerous like a murder mystery
They's gonna be blood and black eyed crows
They's gonna be folks hiding in the corn rows
There'll be dark hymns sung through the night
There'll be fear, but there might be light.



They clawed them bones 
and gathered stones
and walked in Wild Dark Woods
They wandered strange
like a hurricane 
like half-drunk weightless Druids
And when the nightwoods
opened up
they crossed a hidden door
And those wondrous 
watchful wand'rers
went out a-wandering
wandering forevermore...

Wednesday, April 17, 2019

Woodlands Etiquette

Should one come upon 
an ancient set of stone stairs 
while walking in a wild wood late at night,
one is always obliged to climb them

and should one find 
a mysterious door
in the middle of the forest
at the top of the stone stairs,
one is always obliged to go through

and when one finds an open field
of flowers flashing in an afternoon sun
on the other side of the door
in the middle of the forest
at the top of the stairs
while walking late at night,
one is always obliged to stop
and caress the flowers gently
and consider the mystery of it all.

However

When one finds 
large eggs 
deep maroon and crackled
on a pile of gold and jewels,
it is generally best to turn around

and run.

Monday, April 1, 2019

Starling Dance

Sun lay low and gold,
mellow heat on an autumn eve
painting trees a rich coffee color.
A sudden tree explosion sends starlings
skyward, starward
into a flurry of songburst and wingplay
over and back
swinging loosely, easily, knowingly.
Synchronized and chaotic.
Beautiful black shadows dancing on an
alabaster sky.

Life in Three Acts

There was a play staged by a forest primeval I had a bit part I served as the stage manager in a play within a play put on for my own benefi...