Sunday, November 18, 2007

Dream Deferred as Irrelevant

in the dream i am back in china
i am in the corridor
just outside my room
saying goodbye to some friends,
two women,
& i decide to go to the 10th floor.

i pass through floors of generational gap
assorted levels of tecno decor,
an electronic picture frame,

but for a second i glimpse
a snowy mountaintop pointing up
into the blue & there is a car bridge
aligned w/the rising sun
of the winter solstice.

So now I am back in my dear old LEXUS
heading out through gracefully rolling hills
although the mountaintop goal
has somehow receded out of range....

surely it never moved, yet
there remains that possibility.

I decide to walk instead,
abandoning the car
for the chance to absorb more aromas.

I find an old touring bicycle
& am pleased with it...
very pleased.

Such smooooooth synchronicity!

I become slightly disoriented (hah),
so i turn a corner, looking for a spot
of technicolor, grinning like an archaic Kore,
as a tall comedian tweaks my headlight
for the amusement of his stubby companion.

I shake the detritus off my hand into a wire
rubbish can & move along, pedaling, shifting
gears. I realize I am changing again,
changing--I cling to the side of the bike
with my legs & one arm
like a Comanche showman,
aiming my camera up through the handlebars
at a particularly appealing moon gate where
a young girl with a backpack smiles & waves.

Although I realize
I have left the car behind
i move out
into the streaming humanity,
merge w/the traffic
flowing back onto the bridge,
& I can see
my hotel

but i've gone ...much.... too...... far
to stop now.

Friday, November 16, 2007


Watching a dead leaf float by...
what kind of thing is THAT to do?
Is it Spleen
or is it some
species of selfishness
that makes a person stop
watch the drift,
clicking away at a shutter,
clicking away at a keyboard,
clicking away to a new window,
deserving the world full of clicks,
part of it,
just as we are part
of that floating leaf,
never knowing
how far our shadow reaches?

Monday, November 12, 2007

Of 2 Minds

Today is a remembrance

of fine souls given up as sacrifice

to power

to greed

to "principle"

Even if you read between the lines

something needs to change

and soon

Friday, November 2, 2007

River Birch

November 2,
& all is in suspension.
We don't hit
the glorious peak
until Thanksgiving,
but here's a glimpse
of what awaits
outside the kitchen window,

(always wanted to use that word)

that golden light
that finds a brief window of opportunity
after a few frosts & then the sun
decides to light it up one morning, or one afternoon
depending upon all the factors combining
& then what you see
is what you get
to remember.

Thursday, November 1, 2007


A lovely horse is always an experience.... It is an emotional experience of the kind that is spoiled by words. ~Beryl Markham