a route

a rosary

a rounded life

a bathers' blue


codex


from the beginning of my bones

I am nature.
- Jackson Pollock

What black
and shadowed land
lives not in darkness but insight?

There is fertility in the buried seed, buried bone.

Stone,
placed in my pocket,
a fossil record walking with me.

Outside white waterfalls.
Falls.

Black remembers how inside you remain,
rising,
aware.

it is the long pillow, time
an earthen raft
of artlessness

upon a nothing sea

that within or without realigns its drift


until

and yet.....


no more, no less

Carpe noctem

Transit umbra, lux permanet

shadow passes, light remains

each death

a realignment

Alcyone and Ceyx

k i n g f i s h e r

     flow        return

it's quivering


as if

s p u r

snow
waning crescent
30 degrees