TREE FRUIT

--Everybody dreams, Jorie Graham

The eye is a bird in search of a branch

vision is a tree in the window

while leaves appear naked they wear the wind

stretched across the vastness of an arch

and swinging in the earth’s head of hair

all intervening air as though solid

palpitates the verge of embodiment

what was once invisible appears there

by its root by its bower and its heart

the tree is no tree alone to itself

but the rustle of its silent breath’s share

a mystery born of inherent power

which would seem to stand yet it flowers

collecting what it hears as it listens

mirrored in the fruit of its existence

*http://www.joriegraham.com/interview_ratzabi

OCEAN-WINGED FEATHER

As the Cloud spreads its Wings made of Ocean

Over the horizon, Mountain-Bouquets--

And the world is beheld in Reflection

The Feathers of the Molecules Unbound

Rain far and Wide within their Thunder

That may not Fall to Earth as yet Ascend

Contented by Wind-Benign Attraction

Beyond and Far-Away as they Wander

Playful Cumulus Bastion of Worry

Growing ever Heavier than Heaven

Pressed against the Ominous Filtered Air

Its Presence Gathers Surface from Its Urn.

A Vehicle, A Vessel, and A Plume

Flies to its Original Source Returns

CLOUD FLOWER

The Clouds in the sky are of such Beauty.

They vary by their size and proportion.

Across the Face of their  Body they Cry

The Tears of the Universe fall Upon

One another are delicately Sheathed

As each to itself is a Mirror Shape

Edges of Infinite Blades cut their Nape

While Profusely they fly as they Feather

I don’t know WHy such Loveliness Ails,

For it becomes what once was a Sail

when it swings from the Rooftop a Ceiling

The Cloud within the Cloud within the Clouds

Consummate the Distance of an Hour.

Mi Alma a Tu Alma

Ay Alma que me renueves te Amo.
Eres tan feliz como Hormiga
Que se Encuentra un Dulce, mi Amor,
profundas rodean las Amigas
El mutuo instinto de las Abejas
Pero hechos pequenitas sin Alas
Me parecen mas Fiel Miel del Oro
Los pedazos de la Eternidad
Caen y se Deshacen Vuelen Nacer
Porque por ser de los Mas Chiquitos
Y tan mas ejemplares criaturas
Descargan el peso y el llanto asi!
Regreso mi Tema Todo Por Mi
Para mi y para mi Mejor Ti.

DOVE TALON

For precious are certainties of nature

as the talons of a Dove are stunning

and adhere to a wire like nothing

squeeze every essence to remain in air

observed by the heartfelt despairs of time

beckoned forward with bread crumbs to allure

and yearning to be free from all its cares

pains of a millennium portend war

through dark scarlet eyes beyond rainbow’s hues

the Dove vanishes weightlessly returns

looks out against the everything-person

an animate being sentient aware

it has since the last line gone off to perch

and when it returns will slice the war.

God Particle

I divine Language as some worship God.

I marvel in its Ascendance and Fall.

I hear entire Symphonies in Sound.

They carry all the Voices of the Wall.

The Chamber of the World inside a Shell.

It never Forgets even a Syllable.

Its Vowels are its Hallows and Shelves of Silk.

A Temple of the Memory of Dawn:

Pure as a Sound without Sound makes a Sound.

It is Constant in Musical Foment.

Never has it Lain Down its Instruments.

But Played on them for Eons Infinite.

Just as every Person is a Being.

As such is the Power of a Feeling.

Pen Mightier than a Weapon: (Old Hat)

When I speak of War, I am a Tyrant

I interrupt others and shout in the street.

My brain conserves what my body wants free.

How can I be of two separate meanings?

I say I speak the Truth and yet I Lie?

For once it is established it Migrates.

It surrounds me or peaks around corners.

An entirely different person.

A shy and meek teacher goes to protests?

A reclusive writer a penchant

My Verses are the Sources of their Poems.

While they move from left to right I return.

IF I don't travel Left there's no Sonnet

This makes as much sense to me as a Gun