Friday, December 31, 2010

Found Objects, or Clues

Everything you want
everything you need

you already have

as you sleep under a blue and gold quilt
so dearly watched, so warm and stripped of
your waking self

and in the hills just beyond you
in the cold predawn light, diffuse, also watchful,
also blue
air moves, and a breeze
stirs the grasses

that await your step.

Tuesday, December 28, 2010

The End of This Particular Year


Every morning I
wake up with you
whether you are you
whether you are there

its the click-click-click
the flurried hiss

goodbye to you

the impending dawn.