rainstorm

lightning bolt flashes
across the cobalt sky
ever so simple incision
the night sparkles
blue stars and laughter
spills from my lovers
lips as if we might
never see daylight
again for the moment
seeking refuge within
one another
the shiver of abandonment
the world explodes
with magenta sparks
bees in the fireweed
the frog sleeps
eyes open in quiet prayer
let go of the buddha
the cry of two foxes
mimic the cry of a baby
listening to the night
silence gives birth
to universes and the host
of names
the world seeks new stories
raindrops fall into bodies
of black water
dark whales swim
in giant pods
like trout swirling
around the pond
of your sleeping
body
the world of the senses
measured in breathes
and glimpses of beauty
while glimpses of death
and unspoken truths
terror defines the sublime
the human embraces
the mirrored face
naked they see themselves
in the world of appearances
bear becomes man
man becomes god
god becomes nectar
nectar becomes dragonfly

fort knox part 1

mining away the mountain
terraced garden of scree

--two tons of earth
to one ton of ore
--for one gold coin

the boreal knoll
reduced to a pile of sand

someday this will be
reclaimed

people will waterski
and learn to swim
in the pure and clean
arsenic leach field

in times of survival
gold is nothing but a rock
a burdensome weight

there is wealth unimagined
in the pockets of the dead

there is more gold
underground than
than in the vaults
of fort knox

when the ravens return

there will be joy
in our hearts;
we will understand
that in our diferences
we are complete

blackfeather in blue silt
sand and the slap of wings
bird words and new tattoos

blue river of octupus ink
tentacles beneath the skin
this world riddled
with psychic calligraphy

aramaic bird tracks
sketched in sand
the world dissapears
for a fearful moment
no freedom for the unbold
only those devotees
to the cult of beauty

love in the absence
of words between lovers
in oursolitude
we are complete

the world grows gentler
around her table
the goddess provides
for one and all as the forest
host both shadow and shade

this open world,
nature is the cure,
her name is wilderness
the music in your head
when your alone

The Absence of Ravens

Two hours past midnight,
midsummer, and midlife
passes before ponderous blue
eyes; the iris dilates
then refocuses,
life stretched across the lapis
slab of sky, behind the eyelids
backlit by an ever present sun.

(Or is it turquoise?)

One must learn
to read the Labrador tea.

Magenta explosion of fireweed blooms.

Fox becomes man, becomes text,
becomes dragon fly
seducing his reflection
in still waters: crystalline.

The gentle mouth
of a rainbow trout.

Fluorescent rings
encircling the sun and moon.

Golden light around the luminous body.

One must learn to understand
the language of birds.

The absence of ravens;
the absence bears,
the absence of wilderness.

(Mountain, sky, ocean,
heaven,sunshine, rain)

The absence of death
and the absence of life.

Raspberries overipening
on the prickly branch.