Satori is clothed
in red thread and candle light.
Then dawn combs her hair.
Satori is clothed
in red thread and candle light.
Then dawn combs her hair.
Never informed by the sobriety of angels,
You have been this way since before
Jesus wept.
I dare not call you capricious,
in describing your erratic disguising;
you remain unbruised
or scared by the gravity of apples.
Yet you are not at all
inconstant,
you devilish dog star rising.
Sirius is called "The Dog Star" It is a binary star and the brightest in the heavens.
Cloudburst under cover
of dark
leaves shaken limbs strewn.
Still, wild distant shore
birds
welcome sunrise.
What more from love
poems
with too many words?
What is it about how
you fill up an ice tray
that reminds me of the
difference among snowflakes?
Or why the random pattern
of pomegranate torn open
by mockingbirds on the lawn
looks like the puzzle
of your dishwasher load.
Is it merely the way you
are framed by the moment,
or the picture behind you,
left hanging askew
on a nail firmly anchored,
to the inescapable
impermanence of us?
“I’ll help with the dishes”