Monday, July 31, 2017

Still Untitled


Life caught in
Certain molecules
Fuels this thought.
Its trail of atoms
Causes change in
The past, future
And is what 
Happened last.

Sunday, July 16, 2017

1970 Poem

[Wendyclip, 1970:]

We stopped on a
Steep little street--
Runs right down to
Dingle Lane.
They intersect 
At a drain and 
A narrow tunnel.
I believe this town
Began as a funnel.

Thursday, July 6, 2017

Peace, Please...A 1967 Memory

Seawater, held in
The arms of wind,
Went inland   and
Filled  night  with
Fog, an unlit hill in
Berkeley  --clothes
Optional,  if  not
Theoretical-- as
I recall, lovers kissed.
They wore moonlight
And mist, as youth
Does, and knew only
Where the inside
Of everything was.

Wednesday, June 14, 2017

The Genie Is You

To feel time
Is to hear the
Genie addressed
In future memory--
The wish and
The wish recalled.
The wish is always
To be the genie
Who makes dreams
Come true --and
That is you.

Sunday, June 4, 2017


We are like our
Newyear's bell,
Rung to a world's
Time and tuned
To one brass note,
But each ring is
Followed by a new
And different quiet.

Friday, May 26, 2017


A hummingbird's heart
Beats a thousand times
Each minute -- I ask,
"Isn't that unbearable?"
"Oh yes," she answers.
"But there are moments
When it's merely relentless."
Courage, and encouragement
Come in all sizes.

Wednesday, May 10, 2017

We Are Here

Turn up the sound, switch to full screen. This is live feed from orbit. Watch Earth move.

The search for a closed scheme
That provides a  complete  and 
Self-consistent  explanation  is
Full  of  flaws --in itself, an
Incomplete statement, consider:
Conscious beings -- universe
Generated  self-awareness,  no 
Minor by-product of mindless
Forces,  no  trivial  detail --no.
We are truly meant to be here.
And yet, it is we who invented
Meaning  --good  thing  too!