a few poems

untitled earth song

Oh circulating cell,
wrapped with flesh,

all rests upon a root,
life rushing beneath.

I press two feet to you,
soles in osmosis,

and my mouth shapes a seed.

Resting against the trunk,
a gradual spine--

the bend of shade reaches
down, your hands over my eyes.

I see our horizon, swaddled
in skin and bloodstreams,

turning into turning.

Three Haiku

I. Water
drench in amnion
an ocean inside a cup
and spilling over

II. Ice
fluid takes body
creeps down into a valley
a slow, rounded breath

III. Vapor
the lung's final clutch
now a thousand floating hands
touch your ears and knees

Wyoming

On every side,
we see the lip
of our brown dish of earth.

The sun stirs westward,
its wake pulling
at the prairie grasses
like they are fronds of kelp.

This wind would enjoy
the quick whistle
of dissolving us into itself,
but we brace ourselves against it.

We pee along the highway,
hidden behind a shrub,
careful not to face the wind.

We hold onto each other
by smiling.

Our van follows the thin road
towards an early dusk,
dragging tumbleweed beside us.

Away from the breeze,
we fall into each other--
in the rush forward,
leaning ahead--
insatiable in our want

to exceed the horizon,
to outrun the wind's coaxing
and pass beneath every color here.

Do we notice as we pass
from state to state?
Can the sea breeze blow so far?
Will we arrive in time for dinner?

We proceed inch by inch,
with the ground now breaking apart
and the sky spilling over its edge.

Simple Sonnets

I.
Thou
brings
things
now.

Why
comes
some
sigh?

Small
voices!
All
noises!

Silence:
Violence.

II.
Whisper
Each
Speech
Crisper

As
Hum
Hmm...
Passes.

Cower!
Here
Nears
Our

Coming
Drumming.