f is for falcon

Without a net I catch a falcon and release it to the sky hunting god. Rumi   One afternoon in late May I heard the distinct sound of fluttering wings outside the gabled end of my house. I approached the nearest window and opened it, prompting flight to a bird...

requiem in green

I think that I shall never see A poem lovely as a tree. A tree whose hungry mouth is prest Against the earth’s sweet flowing breast; A tree that looks at God all day, And lifts her leafy arms to pray; A tree that may in Summer wear A nest of robins in her hair; Upon...

parallel lives

Speaking of marvels, I am alive together with you, when I might have been alive with anyone under the sun… Some days I wish I could go back in my life, not to necessarily change anything, but to savor some experiences and people who are now absent. I fantasized...

the poetry of spring

In a field, I am the absence of field. This is always the case. Wherever I am, I am what is missing. When I walk I part the air and always the air moves in to fill the spaces where my body’s been.  We all have reasons for moving. I move to keep things whole....

a hero’s journey

“May I become at all times, both now and forever: a protector for those without protection; a guide for those who have lost their way; a ship for those with oceans to cross; a bridge for those with rivers to cross; a sanctuary for those in danger; a lamp for...