Monday, January 22, 2018

diamonds



I've heard everything is about politics,
and sometimes it almost seems as if everything is.
But this morning there was snow in the bald branches
where the trees had reached up and caught
the falling flakes.
And as I stood alone in my kitchen,
steam rising from my coffee
I watched as the sun lit the woods
and it was as if the air was full of diamonds.

Thursday, January 18, 2018

learning to cook

When I was a young man,
I cooked everything on Hi,
the knob turned all the way to the right
and the coils a furious red.

I left a scorched trail to the trashcan;
the denizens of the cabinet and refrigerator alike
quaked at my approach.

There was no time for caramelizing,
no time for saute.

As time runs down, I have discovered
by turning the dial to Low
I can slow the passing of the hours
maybe make what is left stretch
into years.





The Star Bridge Awaits

Take my hand, the star bridge awaits -
be brave -
we're going to descend from the heavens
we were born to,
down where the mortals scrap and grind.

Take my hand, the star bridge awaits -
don't be afraid, I will find you there
when fate rings its chime,
before Brunnhilde takes the stage.

Take my hand, the star bridge awaits -
remember my hand,
remember what it feels like,
fingers closing tightly around yours

Take my hand, the star bridge awaits -
you must not forget me,
you must recognize me in the crowd,
don't abandon me
when we are down
where the mortals scrap and grind.