A tree
Jammed helpless
Into soft shoreline watches,
All aflail,
Untethered lilies,
Like unmoored souls
Floating into wilderness.
Wisps of anguish
All but unremembered.
In the unscrubbed mirror: A pond in Cesvaine
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Along about now
Along about now,
A particular group of photons,
Some 2oo million light years away,
Is heading in our direction.
They’re out there.
At the same time,
A delegation is leaving my face,
Bound for cosmic intersection.
After all the debates have passed,
Long after the poor old Earth
Has been wrung free of its
Infection of life
Two photons,
Their memories wiped clean
Will pass in the distant night
As unaware of our anguish
As we are of their fate
In the unscrubbed mirror: Talsi lane
The wide way home
Weaves uncertainly;
The house
At the bend of the cobbled lane
Seems to have turned its back.
All the same
A gate stands open.
In the unscrubbed mirror: Mežitis burial ground
All these fears came here,
The agony, the misunderstanding,
The hope, the joy,
The ordinary follies
Of good love and bad;
They’ve spilled away
Into the waiting earth.
Just this echo sounds,
Fading.
O Walt, my Walt: An homage
I’m afraid my multitudes
Have become fractious
No longer content to simply
Contradict myself
I fly off the handle
At the slightest whim
Come tell me, old man
What great love-burst
Straightened your back
In your days of reckoning?
How did you feel when those
Crusted and cracked hands you held
In the stifling wards of Washington
Ceased finally to stir?
The sweet cleansing heat
Of salty tears and sweat
How you must have howled!
How the moon must have shuddered
To hear it!
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