the sister sycamores were waiting
in the wood this afternoon
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syzygy
i glanced out the window
into the night
and chanced to glimpse the crescent moon
the Sower of the stars
father Abraham was promised a son. but
remember — sarah laughed. can new things come from an
old body? can life spring forth from what is dead?
O Eternal Light
O Eternal Light, it is death’s night You have saved us from;
on those in the land of shadow and sorrow
You have dawned.
incense
the sap oozes from the fresh cut to the fir, perfuming our fingers with its wild, spicy scent
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this morning the sun
streaked the sky with ruby wonder —
but i went back to bed
tethered
is it a chain or
a root that holds us here; is
it fear or just love?
root & leaf
these leaves had roots once.
this sheaf was a forest
(or a tree)
and birds nested
in its branches,
squirrels cannoned
from limb to limb
with death-defying grace.
the distance between
on june 23, 2013,
one of the flying wallendas
crossed the grand canyon
on a tightrope,
fifteen-hundred feet
above the river
running along the bottom.
i suppose you have trees
the evening sun set the oak leaves glowing
like bronze against the still-blue sky,
and i wished i could show you
how beautiful it was, could explain
why i wished i could show you.