I know where it is on the horizon
The moon larger each night
Arriving earlier, larger
The moon comes up
the sun goes down
The moon later,
There it is, now in the morning--
still up
Later, later
Then gone
Black, then there I see a fingernail --
I’m out painting the sunset
There a sliver
Then the next night
I see It larger
2.
Earlier
The sun going down
The moon full
Coming up
those same snowy mountains
those
3.
“blue remembered hills”
Relating perceived opposites
Ongoing moments
Stopped timeless
Moments
POP PILGRIM IN BLUE SKY AND
SUNFLOWER
A more abstract-- now setting sun
seeking the modern moment
Eternal Utopian
Deriving from leaf grinding cycle
Next, next
It’s like spring today--
high low sound
Of a phoebe
Up on the line
The dog is happy as I am
Here in the sun
A small green sprout
appearing there, there
Changing
Up and down coming together
I’m out in those hills
It’s not over yet
simplify,
4.
Simplify.
It’s complicated getting here
It’s wild out here
The dog ran away and--
coming home after dark,
I sensed
the wildness all over her
I feel in myself
Go-- go
The hero falls asleep in the woods
Dreams a horror
Waking up-- a dream or
the woods themselves?
No discovery
No crew
No golden fleece
No Jason- hero-
Sham
Emily Dickinson
Some Orioles are back
I’m planting some Navajo Corn
5.
Some Hopi Sunflowers
Blue Grama grass
It just all comes together somehow
I guess the tanagers made a detour
Driving down the road
jotting--
Jotting
Like leaves falling everywhere
Oh! going over all the lost paintings
Then all the paintings finally stacked
Everyday--
a life
Takes a life
It was the freedom to pursue
The dream that mattered
I went down and cleaned out the barn
Swept up the winters dirt
and then
I got the idea
To build a bench
I set it under the skylight
The paintings there--
Kind of a thing itself.
I locked the door.
Dream of Achilles
On the beach--
Death obsessed
GYRE, winding
Universe within,
through deeper deep
Reaching the formal square
And in that depth, A realization!
Surface to quest! muttering
8.
The sunset
Stripes of color, passing
the leaves
Their positive negative shapes
Slight rise
Near and far
Brought together
Still far away
in the dusk breathing
Brahma revolving in dark light
In and out, sucking
The crucifixion of time
in the passing seasons
Narrative climbing
To abstract name
RED WALL
The diamonded reality in
Clouds,
Leaves,
Waves.
The great hero, that mythy man.
Measuring space
With arms outstretched
Greeting the birds
Falling, falling
9.
Through repeated motif--
The great disappointment
the sea whispering, Me.
Civilization’s heights
On frescoed walls
broken and crumbled
The sun rises on-- and falls
Impossible representations
Glimpses-- that slight
Mountain-- way off
Maroon Belle
Red wild flower
highest snow blowing
The figures on the vase
Represent this rabbit
Or that rabbit
that hole in the pot--
Thoughts of Animal spirit
Leaving through
Portal-- from this world or into that
This pot already one world and--
10.
The rabbit in the grass
into that world
THE RABBIT IN THE GRASS
Just as the gods did it before us
In the sky
The hole in it
The Indian’s blanket
The perceived blank
Centered in that emptiness
