new to the practice

early enough
				breathe in
mind bows
				body bends
bends and
				unbends
spirals out			(breathe out)
ticks off to-dos	
				flexes
and falls
				forgives
again
				breathes in
		again		
		we meet

MoonArk

Your heart-breathed 
            words
will chime 		will ring
our blood 		our pulse
like a bell 		will hum
            all the way 
            to the moon

Where is your poem 
tonight? 
                        In flight:
sapphire disks 		river drops
from soul’s 
sealed ark
                        to cratered 
                        dark

A quirky little article about the MoonArk project is here.

Sun/Child

I am				too much
		light
		sleepless
				tonight
summer
my time 
earth-close			too late
		so bright

I make
		birds sing
				they
		wake
		everything

		I’m alone in
my task 			my room
		light
				seeping in
for children			
below				Mom says
				I need sleep
		to grow

Paradise Lost/Love, Mom

                         It’s messy,

                         I know:

wars                                         squabbles

                         between

nations                                     friends

                         bruised

hearts                                        shins

                                                   headaches, sniffles

                                                   homework, doubt—
scorpions, taxes

floods, drought—

                         You’re wonderful.

                                                   Good night,

I promise,
                         it’ll be all right.

                         But I did tell you

NOT

                         to eat

that fruit.                                 more vegetables.