Nostos: Heavenly Hellenic Gossamer

Never dissipating ethereal 

Urge to witness it again— 

So piercing

 

A light passing through

Curtains of ever diaphanous, 

Ever evaporating rain!

 

Song Caught In Flight

In a dark time,
If and when it chooses  

To make one more
Appearance, thrumming almost 

Imperceptibly before you 

From out of nowhere, buffeted 

This way and that 

By a fickle wind, stop dead 

In your tracks and stand 

As you will, perfectly 

Still like a hummingbird, 

Till it makes you 

See the light.

 

Enconium For Bill Knott (1940-2014)

No longer
With us he 

Who was once
A real somebody, so 

Significant a poet
In his own out of it right, 

That he was
Soon enough written off 

By virtual slews
Of in “significant” poetic 

Nobodies—
Can you believe that? 

 

 

Quode Vide (Which See): Vicious Pseudo-Philosophic Circle

Nothing needs
Something with which to see, 

Something more visceral
Than nothing, something 

One can eviscerate all
The way past 

Nothing, you see? 

 

 

Good Grief, Charlie Brown!

 

What was it
We had to face
Every day? Let me see— 

For starters there was
The same old sun,
The moon,
The stars,
The bittersweet feel
Of coarse earth under bare feet. 

The main course was grin and bear it
Of course, though it wasn’t
All that bad in the end,
And one thing more
Just for the record—

Insecure brats we may have been,
But we knew for sure
Tomorrow would always be
A brand-new day!