Friday, September 21, 2007

By the Reeded Shore

of mosquitoes and sun
bitten
burned
he walks
watching
coming quietly by
her voice and her listening
awash in his eyes
breathing the fringes
of her garden

brown in her shadows
and in her roots
the wooded sylphs flick her hair
and its combs tease the air
around his ears

he climbs the hummocks
of Cassiope bells
and kneels at her knees
clutching the thin bristles
brushes
cones
bedding

he is the pine flower
in her small but roomy corner
among the drifting pollens
and her vague lure
he holds his feelings
with myths in his hands
and gives her broken strands
alive and crooked
to lay into her leaves



Avocet, 1999

Sunday, August 12, 2007

Granite Water

following the tributary
plunging into the alders
and willow
slabs of bark
shattered logs
printing
the mica sand
and last years leaves—
the floating bracts
of dogwood over
stepping down
the igneous crystalline
jointed boulders
and azalea banks
to the maple elevation
and last cascade

We reached the Stanislaus
the May water
of suspended minerals
and lifeless velocity
sometimes flying
pushing out anything loose
including any thought
of dipping in

We only watched the fear
as it shot by unchallenged
from one churn
to the next
like a falcon in pursuit
of June
.
.
.
Avocet, 1999

Sunday, July 15, 2007

Three women

Burgundy
dying-Eyes
laughing-Eyes
curious-Eyes

mirth perhaps
and I was wondering about it

Outside the pressing black forest
and night to be lost in
and the secure feeling
of looking in unseen

Goodbye I’ve got to be
in the clay tomorrow
The night ignores me
I don’t know when I’ll see it again

And in the morning there is clay
When they’ve gone it makes my home
Red blue orange brown it holds together
There is strength in the clay





Toyon, 1982

Thursday, June 21, 2007

Chocolate

On a riverboat
as Pahn steps into a room
a man steps out

Pahn means to think nothing of this
but cries instead
and Rakhehla holds him
and she sings to him
his old songs
and though he can’t decide if she understands them
or if knowing them (him)
makes a difference
finally he feels something
even if it isn’t love
and so it is time to join the men

Pahn sits with laughers
friends of hers
They eat chocolate
Pahn eats chocolate
and laughs too

Pahn sees the price—
eight dollars
for one big slab
and there are many

Leaving the steamboat
he walks
and something is wrong
His sister
Ahnjehlia
garden and heather
sits near a gate
upset
Pahn asks why

She won’t answer
but her stomach is sick and coming up
Pahn speculates that she
has eaten too much chocolate






--mojo risin'

Saturday, May 19, 2007

The Cirrus Sky

I don’t mean
To belabor
This mountain

But I always
Come to it

It must have been
A day like this
With parents
And children
Standing there
When the thinness
Of the air
Came in
And the unobstructed
Distance
Pulled

Feeling this
And its casual
Well-being
I happened to look
Up
And saw it

Over the parched
Horizon
Of brush and oak
And dry pasture

The wind
Spreading
Clouds
Of ice




--Avocet, 2001
Upper Well

Farther
through the abandonment
of olives and gray
splintered boards
sun weathered
lichened

brush that has apples
mulberries
vetch covered road

through bay thicket
black mud again
gray leaves
beneath light gray trunks

A well
covered with a shed
corrugated steel
dark
Redwood plank wet
with blue-gray mud
under water
mineral hard

It tastes gray
like rocks
like frailty




--Avocet, 2006

Monday, March 12, 2007

Living in Hexandria

As we walked
toward the beach
I heard him speak
of her

as
“One of the most
caustic women”
he’d ever met

Knowing him
and his chauvinism
I looked forward
to meeting her

There was an edge
to her humor
no insinuation
passed without comment

If she was angry
she had reason
living
on this masculine frontier

I wasn’t prone much
to bitterness then
but felt respect
for someone who fell into it
without reservation
and I had to wonder
at our being here
in such company

comfortable
at the wilderness edge

wary
of its inhabitants




--Aura, 2001

Wednesday, January 31, 2007

Medicine Lake

1)
Laying my head
On air
Inside the netting
Raised
With shock-cording
In a caldera’s cradle

An antlered calm
Walks
On the edge
Of disturbance
To water

A brief shower
Shaking down
Through the red bark
Of California’s fir
Releasing
Temporarily
The unsorted
Stress

2)
Transferring
By volcanic association
Into the meadow
The impression
Of molten hair

A woman
With lava
On her head

3)
Walking
Over the stone-flows
With my son
To a pond
In a timber-lined chamber
Catching frogs
Among dragonfly multitudes




--Avocet, 2004

Thursday, January 04, 2007

Tuesday Night


I am floating

resting past the lighted hills

glancing in moments
of tranquility at the moon spread out
spacious across the bay

and I cast my lime-lights
down at my mother her surface
shifting mineral and metal

and we meet
bolt for bolt
glowing behind the curtain of my falling body


I have silver now

to match her flesh of water
and thunder to match her quaking

dissipating in the wind above her

rain taken by the Sierra my
uplift filled by the sinking

air of the ridge



--Avocet, 2006