Tag: diptych

Throw it away, now
that you've drifted across. 
Do you still need it?
But how could you discard such
a precious tool? Sure seems rude. 

When did I think that 
simply knowing was enough?
Was I deluded?
Form is emptiness. Likewise, 
emptiness is form. You know?

Emerald luster
fades as each new year passes.
Will it shine again?
I look out as dawn reveals
the trees, and I'm not so sure. 

The moon is always 
there, concealed by the sun's light. 
More patient than me. 
What else might we find, patient,
waiting for the light to dim? 

Weeds were here before
anyone thought to pull them. 
And why pull them now?

Furrows ooze a 
thick, fertile scent. Can you smell
it, on the tractor? 

Watch the leaves falling, 
and say only that they tried. 
Trite, to say, "next year!"

We inherit the
ruins inescapably. 
And there we find gold.

Broadly speaking - 
but how else to speak? About
things? Or about Things?

I didn't want to
feel poems intersecting
me to speak. Alas. 

It was only a
matter of time. Darkness fell, 
and I saw clearly. 
Words spoke me, and I listened;
the darkness glowed, revealing. 

If you're quiet they
speak to you, but not out loud. 
Stones stone, and air breathes. 
You don't learn anything from
seeking. Wait, I tell you. Wait. 

Heat still thick at noon, 
but late cicadas gone. Now, 
emerald air hums. 

Could you tell, then, that 
summer was ending when the 
flowers all still bloomed?

Wasting good sadness, 
to weep for a lost world 
you hated anyway.

Save your tears for what
illuminates and sucks dry
the mystery: Being.