A thousand ptolemies        lie dormant in my breast    comfortable false conjectures         that conveniently fit the facts     universes so reasonable        and yet so wrong             at their heart. Where is my observatory? How shall I perceive it? How […]

(originally written in foot-high letters 100 yards across a beach) ebb and tide    wind and wave        will steal these words     yet I will        for a moment            steal the silence                from this sand      […]

the dozens of living swansseem amazingly like the real onesI know from Disney     from plastic and concrete in the old woman’s yard    from childhood picture booksI had never seen a real swan    aren’t they supposed to be in a lake    don’t their necks form hearts?    where is the music  […]

photo © 2009 Steve Berardi | more info (via: Wylio)   the desire came  uninvited    unreasonable    untouchable  by my own derision  or the inevitable scorn of     wife    mother    father    friend    boss    and even Goda mountain that stands unmoved      against wind      against storm  […]

orange twilight    glows over the waters    fir silouettes stretch    across the horizon    along the island mountains beyond beyond metaphorbeyond storybeyond discontent the shaded path meanders    mile after milethe silent and persistent    life of the forest        moss and fern and woodtranscends    scientific explanations    the seeking […]

O and the ocean does churnand the mountains do standand the sun does shine across the waters And all the criticsfight the constant tideof trivia and envy and need The tiny child rests againstits mother’s quiet breastsafe and unknowinga part ofapart fromall the angry urgent majestic world.

It was the awlthat blinded little Louisthat was usedto create the first braille. It was the everymanthe destroyer of sons and daughtersthe wounder and the woundedthe patient and the doctorthe blind leading the blind. I am the blind oneI am the maker of waysfor all of us unhealed.I tell rumors of light and colorand unseen […]

“Then He said, “Take now your son, your only son Isaac, whom you love, and go to the land of Moriah, and offer him there as a burnt offering on one of the mountains of which I shall tell you.”” Genesis 22:2, NKJV. Your son your only son whom you love: Take him tie him […]