Oh!the cloud of white birdsturn as oneacross the vast farmlandfor an instant shinein the waning sunOh!the white birds turn as one.Oh!the white mountains shine behind.Oh!the fast riverflows around the smooth smooth stones.Oh!the farmer wipes her browand turns againto the nascent living soil.Oh! Oh!beautiful beautiful beautiful day.I and my son turn as oneand walk back home.Oh!we […]

stillthe fog hangswhite mist gently obscuringthe trees stand as gray shadowsthe moon a blurred whitenessa slight mist moistensfrom the deep skythe frosted meadow glistens stillI watch as my mindclamors for succoruntil as a babeI settle all peaceas in my mother’s arms still

(image courtesy of h.koppdelaney) the time has come from       every universe       all eternity       every potential       all possibility the time is now just       this once       once again       we converge together       at this […]

Rhythm The rhythm of the waveswashes the airan ever changing ostinatoSoon fades with the tidesEach time the sameEach time different Leaf upon leaftree upon treeshimmer the mountain in sunlightwhisper on the waves of windEach time the sameEach time different The kiss lingersThe lovers love againUrgently merge waves of savage tendernessIn a counterpoint of shared ecstasyEach […]

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  […]