Housekeeping
Look
Sun
And the world
Looks green
Below
There is yellow on the buildings
And I can see how clean the windows
Aren’t
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and do we teach or simply learn to learn
clear
and clean
the page
well
add some “enter”
spaces
and go on
and what shall I
say cleanly
what is clean
and what
is clear
clear-headedness
we say
we don’t say
clear-heartedness
so much
well
maybe not at all
‘til now
and maybe
neither
is achievable
maybe
reality
keeps something of
complexity
even the fog
that moves between
the pieces
making questionable connections
because
there’s synapse
circulation
and
what shall we say
a web made out of
heartstrings
sigh
and there are
other things
the messages
and wearing off
of institutions
nearby
somewhere
and what
we might become
and freedom
calls
like bird-calls
(made by birds)
such as
the lonely
sadly
call of loons
out of the morning mist
both over water
and there are loves
other
attachments
we are both with
that we choose
that come to us
through reading
conversation
or some other
leading dialogue
like Socrates
we set
as our own method
or influenced by
the schools
of everything
we have attended
attending
also meaning
service
as in waiting
and there is waiting
as in
we wait for something
after we rise
and while we work
we look around
with every sense
we count
and cannot count
for we don’t understand
anything like
totality
of learning
and retention
and also of
discovery
that flows between the banks
of stultification on one side
creative shouting on the other
with places
to pull over
though we don’t set these
and must wait
for certain rituals
to hear them
see them
and take up
our crafts of exploration
for a while
it’s like we’re on the move
and consider cells
that are in movement
all the time
the turn of Earth
and the ringed nature
of the cosmos
also with
the turn of us
through moments
and through years
and just the same
the stillness
that we have
is honest
when we choose that hour
wish for that style
to achieve
and then to practice
with a kind
(with lapses)
of lasting
ever
I can stop for now
the part of me that stops
that is
that pauses
and refreshes
like a soda-pop
or tapas
with sangria
bread and wine
for ritual
and meaning
on our own
and especially
in community
because
alone is not so hopeful
as in useful
for philosophy
so write with me
and talk
and
yes
talk among yourselves
for there’s not test
and is no cheating
not for this
the examination
of a universe
of
circled possibilities
and
yes
we’re on our own
also together
don’t forget
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Coeli
The sky is a
Wow
Blue
The kind a robin’s egg
Could say
Hey, you
My color came from you
The green is
Startling, too
As if to say
Surprise!
I was here,
All the time
In this humid place
Of climate change
(yes, it’s real
sorry, children
we’re leaving this
for you)
Maybe for
A change,
The rain last night
Cleared out
The steamy parts
For this morning
If so,
Thank you, rain!
When I lived
Higher up,
It used to happen this way
All the time
Clear sky after
Rain that cleans
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Sossusvlei Sand Dunes, Namib Naukluft Park, Namibia
Mother & Daughter
I Give You This
I give you this
Because I haven’t washed a dish,
A piece of flatware, or a glass
I give you this
Because I will not clean the car
Because cleaning it never, ever comes to mind
I give you this
Because I haven’t ironed shirts
I give you this
Because we should starve, based on
My inefficiency when shopping
I give you this
Because I cannot do much more
And, as I age, that will only increase
I give you this
Because I have a moment, if a moment
To try to get it right
I give you this
Because I love the world
But fear so much that’s in it
I give you this
Because of all the mistakes I haven’t made
And apologizing early doesn’t count
I give you this
Because I do not know you
But I’m sure I love you
And I give you this
Because it might last more than a day
It might be left behind
You might love this
And give it to another
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