we flourished in the sun
harvesting one another’s flowers
and now we feed tomorrow’s fields
sun
first rays
first rays tore the night
stories filled all people’s hearts
suddenly the dark
waiting for the event
southern sun cracks flagstones
northern wind cracks flags
old men sit in black shadow
wearing scarves
sun low
sun low
wind a knife
every day half a sky is held
The electric light
the electric light was outside the window
and suddenly snapped off
I lay on my back
and from the corner of my eye
saw the sun rise
day and night I know that you care
no sun nor rain
a rainbow arced
dampened voices
sing in the dark
day and night I know you are there
day and night I know that you care
Going on a date with a poet
One day, he swore,he would explore the west, track the settled sun until it surrendered to the blind-black sky, then follow its path by its reflection in the moon and stars. I shall be a solarnaut, a helionaut, an explorer of the wildest west, where the rivers meet the sanded sea, and the animals finally swim to their nirvana, eyes wide open to the shining ribbon on the squid-ink sea.
Well, I think the light over the gasworks is pretty neat, I said, regretting again going on a date with a poet.
You left me flowers
You left me vases of flowers that did not die
A lemon yellow sun in the cobalt sky
A written instruction I was never to cry
All I wanted was to unhear goodbye
The longer the sun (summer equinox 19)
The longer the sun is in the sky,
the longer you are not here.
When the world is dark from end to end,
the hills shoulder-firm against the rising of the light,
the space where you are not is dull.
But in the light,
shadows sharp-lined across the floor and sheets,
the emptiness is marked.
Though hope may be,
you lack.
sun arrows
sun arrows down from cloudless skies
winter wind bringing ice to skin
in the distance the hill burns
