Sunday, May 15, 2016


One time
I saw an eagle fly
Just over my head
So close I could hear wind in its feathers. 
Had I not lifted my eyes
I would never have seen. 
One time
I saw a crystal gleam
Just by my boot
So close I could pick it up and see the light.
Had I not lowered my eyes
I would never have seen. 
One time
I saw the dark
All around me
So complete I could lose all I saw.
Had I not closed my eyes
I would never have seen.
Let us plant Scotch Pine just for the memories. 
Let us plant apple trees.
Long rows of cottonwood,
to reach for the sky someday,
like we never could.
Let us reach far ahead,
to outlast all we spoke:
go for the gold!
Let us plant oak.

Tuesday, May 3, 2016

No matter how many birds I watch,
How many hours I study
The curve of wing tip
The swoop and hover
The highs and lows
And stamina,
I just can't seem to fly.