You said that you'd return/ as I watched you sail off,/ to somewhere far away./ You said it wouldn't

5:20 early/ Dark — crashing waves begin to/ Fade as the tide turns and the skies/ Light and a

Angel in a glass sphere, all/ who touch you hold your destiny./ A movement of a single

In maple shade, hot noon turns/ to speckled twilight. A mother and two/ daughters wear

Who is the patterner of water? Does she draw/ slow circles in the ample lakes of your eyes

The yellow of an imposing sun/ And the stillness of leaves/ Back with childhood afternoons/ Until

The flakes of age are starting to show/ on this weathered, old skin./ The scars that were

1. / Some time/ In the/ Spring term// I spring to/ Life and/ All is well// 2./ Sometimes/ In the/ Springtime

One finds this final plate of soffritto/ the least intentional of the many/ plain plates that the

Standing in front of the kitchen cabinet,/ On the shelf with many mugs,/ I pick the one

O my lovely friend, why are you in a perpetual worry?/ Blink away the nuances else journey

I have never come close to being/ a mother, but I feel maternal/ watching the mama bird fly/ in

Today is planting day for the farmers/ their enamelled furrows enfold/ psalms to the Mother/ slice into

I think of the buffalo in winter,/ flesh full,/ the winter long,/ pacing slowly/ through snow, ice

I can see where I will be,/ leaving what I did on the/ surface, taking who I am,/ after the

This string on my thumb/ reminds me to buy a birthday card for my mom./ This string pulling

The harvest looks good today/ un-blighted/ so we know that we shall eat/ this winter/ and there

A man born into a checkerboard life/ soaks more suds than he spends,/ goes ahead

I 'visit' India now./ A cricket cricks and a firefly fires as I walk up to my/ Heavy wooden door

At home steamy days give way/ to a welcome chill/ the coolness wraps itself around us