One Poem. One Planet. April 30, 2017

Everything hopeful is happening
right now in the sky above the mountains still merled with snow and rock

One Poem. One Planet. April 29, 2017

The snowshoe Hare who lives in the tangle of downed trees

One Poem. One Planet. April 28, 2017

Perhaps it started when Siegfried killed the lindworm

One Poem. One Planet. April 23, 2017

“Nothing can happen more beautiful than death.” –Walt Whitman

One Poem. One Planet. April 13, 2017

The walls of the cathedral in Lima are made of stone mortared together
with a million egg whites from the sea birds

One Poem. One Planet. April 9, 2017

I lived the pastoral summer with her in the squat house
in the middle of the field where the sky
liked to rest its heavy blue foot

One Poem. One Planet. April 8, 2017

Enamored
of new flesh softening my sharpness
I started to suspect
I am meant for blooming

One Poem. One Planet. April 7, 2017

Then a thousand years from now
cumulus clouds will billow open

like white chrysanthemums
extinct beauty sailing toward myth

One Poem. One Planet. April 6, 2017

On this first night of war
our generals speak of love

One Poem. One Planet. April 5, 2017

Then today, I found a new fear
holding up the palace of grief

if they have already taken our outrage
what’s next but our wonder and awe