Wanna Be a Poet?

Choose your words

Carefully if you must,
But never lose track of how

Many have been rejected.

Song of Civilization

Nothing sounds

As clear-cut as your voice shouting
Timber in the wilderness.

Kismet

Though fearing

The inevitable, for the love
Of one more moment

Of living, I will not perish
The thought.

Blind Faith

--for Jenny

Trails. And in the distance, dust, and the sun
floating through and down to the mountains
beyond us, boundaries of light and darkness,
what do we know of love? Only that it binds us.

(from Sentences, 1976)

The Summoning

In the end,

There’s nothing to doubt,
Nothing to question,

Not even the vaguest idea
Of equivocation.