Monday, February 1, 2016

Kiss upon kiss


Embracing one another, we forgot to hate,
and forgot to vote, and were so grateful for the moment,
that seeing us that way, our children gathered
around, and somehow this set us all
to weeping, so happy we were,
and so wisely innocent
were they.

I remember too how the dusk and the moon
and the dogs and the birds and the sweet evening air
called out the stars, a grand conspiracy of love,
thousands and thousands of us there were,
millions, rainbows and rivers
and fragrant
boughs.

Tell me, I said, where have we been,
and how did we ever believe what we did?
but almost before the words had passed my lips,
they were silenced with kiss upon kiss upon kiss,
and then I knew I was among angels, that I
was an angel myself, and that we, all,
were meant, for this.



Sunday, January 31, 2016

How, of a morninge


How, of a morninge, apon the brakeing of ones faste,
tea and cruste doth soe soone revyve : the sayme as a sweete worde,
the spyrte : wherefore songe birdes knowe much there of,
granteing poore man, his hearte, goode flyte.



Saturday, January 30, 2016

Miracle enough


That you are willing to believe you are here
is miracle enough. But listen — do you hear them?
those spirits, those birds, on the roof?



Friday, January 29, 2016

what I would have you see


what I would have you see
is that being of this perfect world
you are perfect too