04292012

when i’m alone at night

breath seeks my lungs

bliss seizes my throat
and i sing

. . .

04252012

another mindful serendipity...

the sky is a window

the clouds a ladder

i could climb forever

04222012

some mornings

i do not stop for the beauty of life

i do not see the detail of her divinity

(it is not in the big picture that beauty lies

but in the smallest, frailest fragments of the whole)

but grace of graces

life stops for me

and waits patiently

that i might collect my senses

pause

and allow her enchantment to creep in

and linger a moment

an hour

a day

as long as i wish her to stay

04172012

i love april, not only because it follows in the footsteps of march, and not only because it is spring, but because it is national poetry month.

every morning, right after i wake up, i make tea and write in my journal for an hour. then, i check my email. in my inbox, every morning of the month of april, i find several messages containing poems that have been delivered to me overnight, waiting for me to open them… and read them. “a poem a day.”

oh, what a treat! what a joy to click on a message, like i’m tugging the ribbons on a gift, and plunge into the psyche of another! what bounty for humanity!

i am reminded of something mark strand, a wonderful poet, once wrote: “ink runs from the corners of my mouth. there is no happiness like mine. i have been eating poetry.” indeed! this is my experience every morning. a mild intoxication… a quiet satiation… as i feast on poetry… and irish breakfast tea.

what wonderful company, and what profound communion!

good morning, april!