upon taking a walk in the sun

you were born on a beautiful spring morning
in the shadow of the mountain side
although it could have been any time of year
and in quite another clime

now it all floods back on you
just where you are truly from
returning like the long lost lover
upon taking a walk in the sun

all upon a bright spring morning
as into your garden you are come
life is but a single moment
taking a walk in the sun

interest

it is easy to count grains

in a store
consider balances and deficits

much harder to ignore
misfortune

pretend that nothing’s happened

irregardless
morning sun on the garage door

finds a dance of rust flakes
and so much more

of interest

morning coffee

things fall apart
cannot be repaired

for that reason
we sometimes despair

a path leads up the field
towards the ridge

then peters out

they should put an archive
of broken things up there

where uncertainty
meets intangible air

at first light

I could photograph them
put them in a book

a resource for all the world
it would only take a moment

to flick through
we are disposable

even the things
I could not photograph

belong up there
past care

thick
with morning coffee

yellow book

a yellow book
on a white shelf
in morning sun

I open it
and read from it
when everyone has gone

don’t worry
rejoice
in what you have begun

yellow book

white shelf

morning sun