As far as I can see—water. It sits
beneath spring’s greenest hills, still and cold…

Early morning, and the sky and pavement are both gray and wet, but inside our car it is warm and dry in such a way it almost seems to
glow with light, at least in memory. …

A large cream colored mantis
captured me today…

Glory be to God for dappled things—
For skies of couple-colour as a brinded cow;
For rose-moles all in stipple upon trout that swim…

A rock-face Christ sprawls on a skew cross…
I touch gouged eyes that weep candle wax,
caress his ocher heart, pray to have a child…

A ricochet,
she races, lingers…

You wake
tiny in the panorama.
in the ancient curves of earth:

Each day a cloister
in which the world slips away…