Break

Little by little, the notion
wriggles its way into your mind
to love something so big
you will break yourself on it
 

4:16 AM

Pondering in the midst of the night
(life, women, love, desire),
I can't escape the notion
that its an odd and perverse universe
we live in.

For solace I read Olav Hauge
and the old Chinese poets,
and know I'm not alone.
Nothing much has changed.
We live like fools, we are fools.
In the words of Alan Watts,
"In the words of a Chinese Zen master,
"Nothing is left to you at this moment
but to have a good laugh!"

Thankful

The marine layer clouds
are rolling in again this morning,
driven by a cool breeze.
The sun slips through underneath,
with a tart, lemony light.
I gather my thanks for this life
and for you, my dearest,
and toss them into the air.
May the wind carry them to you,
and whisper in your ear,
"thankful, yes, thankful"
and then, flowing past,
caress your lovely face.