The Explosion
Of light from one direction
Through window blinds
Could flower a compass rose
Or an impact
To the high night moon
Poem
Poem
The Manneport (Etretat) 1883
Drinking from,
Then steeping from
Monet was becoming
The elephant
Poem
Water Arrows
Descended from miles above
Landing gently,
Slowly melting
Into freshly tilled soil
Awakening a newly planted seed
As if its first watering
Was its first glimpse of light
Poem
Growth
At its periphery, its extents
In a mileu sometimes chaotic
It contains our quintessence
Both inflected
And unchanged
Poem
The Nile
The forever ship
Flowing from south to north
Even to the imperishable stars
Poem
Protagoras Reminds
The proof is not
In the pudding,
But rather
In the tasting of the pudding
Poem
French Staycation
The provenance
Of Provence,
Always Provence
Poem
Birth
Growth and experience
Conceive
The new person
And the new day
Gestating interwoven
In the womb of night
Poem
Then
”There is no truth”
Then must it not be true
That everything is of that truth
Poem
The deeper existentialism
Meant there was
Directionality
And that
That
Was it’s own ground
And one’s beginning could be
Forgotten, but not lost
And these signature events
Composed
One’s unique and
Inimitable eternity
