to step through time.  i wonder.

sometimes in the absence of order– i imagine your face
& you tell me the story of your life.
this is all done in seven minutes. but it is enough.

all is transversal—

how the years vanish..
how the mountain becomes
the lake becomes the sea.

all is transversal—

the meals
the gardens
the poems.

today i shall make paper. today i shall investigate the hawk.

an oak branch is stuck in the fence

fire. wind. snow. a puzzle factory.
i will not compromise the alphabet.
dragon curve. normal curve.
inside the concept of time or an envelope.
the word drift no longer exists.
stone or metal. i cannot decide. a red flower.
the dream has become the door i must enter.

*

old happiness.
words answer walls.
a dress. a hat. a garden.
vineyards & the sea.
shall we sail to madagascar?
the faces have become mountains.
cryptic. wise. shadows.

*

indecipherable notebooks.
form emptiness.
emptiness form.
water/stone

inward

The birds are to be envied:
They avoid
Thinking about the tree and roots.

                    —Paul Klee
                    Inward Vision

in the land of nowhere
the birds speak
of sun & snow
they paint ships
they paint lightening
they paint stars

a meeting of two arches

*

on the edge of the canyon
on the edge of the blue corridor

*

sequestered. imaginings. the isle of skye.
building. dismantling. rebuilding the arch.
we continue the journey. watching as though.
the form. two forms. past/present. we search.
there is a curve in the road. we drift.

*

two dreams:

i give birth to a daughter. her name is imagination.

.

you give me a gift—

within the box is the sea & a small boat.

*

“Shaping—re-shaping—
The eternal spirit’s pastime.”

               –Goethe

to travel

hope. despair. the river styx. mist. drama. i encounter a giant owl & bird deep in discussion in a remote garden. they ignore me. as a child i was invisible.
what mask are you wearing today? i am a cloud. old forms. new forms.
traditional. abstract. there is a hill to be climbed. faraway. a blank page.
snow footsteps. malta. the azores. islands with names. out the window there is
a small white snow ice island floating in the river styx—triangular. multilayered.
i wonder if it would support my weight. to travel the river on an island—
an amazing fate.

sometimes i get lost

in the symbols & images

the air seems never enough

blues & shadows & the light

so many journeys

very few who understand

in the silence

in the presence of trees & birds

life as abstraction

landscapes

antarctica

landscapes

mallorca

light & space

space & light

understanding

            the leaf            the white paper

consider

         the philosopher

consider

            the poet

embarking on the voyage

words
&
stars

a
thousand
seeds
in
a
blue
universe

there
is
a
yellow
parrot
in
an
orange
tree

sail
the
boat

invent
the
compass