Saturday, March 27, 2010

View from the Back of the Church

Who Started the Fights

Well that's the ultimate
question of justice
tried here in a court
with only a jury
and no judge.

There are no witnesses
and I am subpoenaed
to appear against myself.
There are obligatory confessions
to be made and small winces

of self defense to be offered
to unsympathetic neighbors and friends.
This trial will nudge
livability back toward aging,
mattering little what gets said.

Wednesday, March 24, 2010

The Birdbath

When the light
is masked in the Spring
I think of Europe,
the home of fairy tales.

Somewhere in Europe,
the door to the border
of the unbelievable is open.
I would be able to see shadows inside.

I am nearly content with crocus,
emerging from the mat of dead red leaves.
The model in my brain
is bigger than I've ever seen.