Sometimes, I’m in the jungle tripping over vines, shoving my way through bushes, looking for a path, wondering if there is one and asking with every breath, where am I? Other times I’m an eagle high above the trees soaring over lakes, my heart filled with...
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I wonder where you are Why are you not listening Why have you gone to the place Where my words are not heard? Does it mean so little to you That I have something to say Are my verbal thoughts Unimportant? The place you have gone Does not allow me in My op...
From Journey Homeward: Port Said-- At Noon
Watching Muslims dock workers bow and face Mecca in prayerI watch them bow again, on their knees, facing Mecca. Bony cheeks. Ribs. Their bare feet, calloused. I face Mecca, too, but the glare of the sun, or the heat, or the water, or the dirty pier does not let me see in that direction. And so I turn and watch t...
From Journey Homeward: Lost at Sea
Thoughts of a sailor on a freighter searching for meaningAt night, sailing through the dark, I’d lie awake hearing the wind howl and the water break and pound against the ship and there, lying on my back, looking up into the dark, I’d listen to the night above me, sighing restlessly, while the stillness, stark...
Good Morning Stars
Looking at the stars before dawn and wondering is my mind part of the universeGood morning stars--again our orbits crossand I see your worldshigh above my life, my eyes touching youmillions of miles awaywhere we meet each dawn, your burning worlds swirling,though some are embers nowburnt out light years ago,a state I cannot knowsi...
From Morning Songs: Doing What I Do
Acceptance of life's mystery and doing what I doI sit here every dawn because I do, and I keep the fire going because I want the warmth. I eat a piece of toast because I’m hungry and look up at the morning star because it’s there.I listen to my heart because it’s beating and it’s quiet in the stillness...
From Morning Songs: Getting It Right
What if everything we did was wrong, a blunder, what could we do?What if everything I did was wrong—blunder after blunder—who I married, how I raised my children, what I chose to do instead of something else,what I could have said but didn’t?What if I always missed the pointand thought I understoodand went this way ins...
From Sisyphus: Nocturne
Sisyphus speaking to the stars about his plightWhen Dusk comes through the sky,her grey cape flowingfrom her back,she dims the dayand in the twilight air,the red clouds lowagainst the western sky,she brings the nightand sprinkles you, Dear Stars,as far as she can throw.Some say the night was oncea bla...
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Went for a walk last nightStopped to look at the stars and thoughtI wonder is there a girl out thereSomewhere looking at the starswondering about me as I am about her?I wonderWhere can she be, this girl everyone Says is meant for meStaring up at the sky I...