Archive | May 2010

Greener Than Green

“For still there are so many things
that I have never seen:
in every wood in every spring
there is a different green.”

– Bilbo Baggins in The Fellowship of the Ring by J.R.R. Tolkien


Robins Wake

I sit here in this room of glass
And watch you fleet on winged feet
Ascend through fog to lightened mast.

We call.

And in the distance faint response.
Break the branch, then call again.
Upon these notes, you echo back.

We fall.

Improvisation on the tune
Dancing closely, calling still
To warm the buried bone below,

We crawl.

The bended knee is torn and scarred.
But distance is eliminated
And everything illuminated.