Poetry

The Singing Sky

Go outside 

and stand beneath the spinning sky

the spinning sky

the spinning sky

you are always at the perfect center of

the universe

Go outside 

and stand beneath the pulsing sky

the pulsing sky

the pulsing sky

Its wavelength came so far to set

the rhythm of

Your beating Heart

Go outside 

and stand beneath the singing sky

the singing sky

the singing sky

lift up your arms and meld your voice

with mystery’s

Deep melody

Go outside and stand beneath

unfolding sky

unfolding sky

Open up your eyes so you can

 can see the arc

of wakening

Shoved Aside

Snow shoved aside, 

           piled high as mountains of the moon.

Memories of summer sleep beneath the weight, 

          laboring for breath.

                      Eerie earthlight from street lamps engraves 

                                       sharp shadows. I stumble in the black and white constraints

and gasp shards of frozen air, awakening

                  dreams shoved aside– 

                          piled high as mountains of the moon.