I have a life that did not become,that turned aside and stopped,astonished:I hold it in me like a pregnancy oras on my lap a childnot…

The drop seeps wholefrom boulder-lichenor ledge moss and drops, joining, to trickle,run, fall, dash,sprawl in held deeps, to rush shallows, spillthin through heights,but then, edging,…

The wonderful workings of the world: wonderful,wonderful: I’m surprised half the time:ground up fine, I puff if a pebble stirs: I’m nervous: my moarality’s intricate:…

When the crowlands, thetip of the sprung spruce bough weighsso low, thesystem so friction-free, the bobbing lastsway past anyinterest in the subject.

I went for a walk over the dunes again this morningto the sea,then turned right alongthe surfrounded a naked headlandand returned along the inlet shore:…

After the event the rocksliderealized,in a still diversity of completion,grain and fissure,declivity&force of upheaval,whether rain slippage,ice crawl, rootexplosion orstream erosive undercut: well I said it…

Fall fell:    so that’s it for the leaf poetry:some flurries have whitened the edges of roads and lawns: time for that, the snow stuff: &turkeys and…

Walking is likeimagination, asingle stepdissolves the circleinto motion; the eye hereand there restson a leaf,gap, or ledge,everything flowingexcept wheresight touches seen:stop, though, andreality snaps backin,…

After yesterdayafternoon’s blueclouds and white rainthe mockingbirdin the backyarduntied the drops fromleaves and twigswith a long singing.

    Has anyone heard of the wonderful race        Of the frogs and the greyhounds, the rabbits and cats?    They rode it on bicycles, sixteen in all,        And the umpires…