Unequally Yoked

The Wedded Rocks (Meoto Iwa), just off-shore, close to Ise Shinto (The Holy City or Capital of the Kami) shrine in Mie Prefecture, Japan. These are the “Husband and Wife Rocks,” a Shinto shrine representing the union of creator kami (deities) Izanagi and Izanami, and thereby celebrate the sanctity of marriage between man and woman.The larger rock is said to be the male rock, and has a small torii, or sacred purifying entrance, at the top. It is known as Oiwa. The male rock measures 9 meters tall and 40 meters around; the female rock is 3.6 meters high and 9 meters around. The female rock is known as Meiwa.

Calculus of Regret

my aches are older
deeper, more indelible
precautionary

new apparatus
valuing a back-up chute
freshly wiser, old

plumbing heights and depths
measurement of tolerance
calculus of regret

Drivin' & Cryin'

Split

Amazonas

A red dragonfly
a pink dolphin
an exquisite yellow fruit
and green and blue above.
The Amazon
is dark and brooding
stained with ancient stories
of a stern and sultry
mistress.

Signatures

Falling in to our mother's tears

filleting our hearts

finding a passage through fear and

failing but signing

signatures on souls and solemn

symbols and falling

falling

falling.

Hang on.

Sacrificial soothing

soma again

so much 

so when

we hear that siren

we will know

our mirrors

and until we have faces

we will have tears.

Rachel in Joplin

Last Loyalty Lost

I followed familiar footpaths
to find her this last time
this once more
this only
this
last
loss
last loyalty
last casualty
last cost
last call
of the grail
of the ark
of the Gospel
of the heart
of the greatest of my signs
and the bruising of my shins
of the fern beds in the pines
the sadist and the sins
of the thirst for this elixir
and seduction on the wind
of the shapes that still define her
all familiar, take me in
take me in
take me in
take me
one
last
time.

After three days

Dome of the Rotunda of the Church of the Holy Sepulchre, Jerusalem.  KG Tidball.

After three days

the world was fixed 

in an orbit

from which it cannot

escape.

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Abandoned

strange assemblage
wheels, backseats and radios
lost utility

fleeting glimpses
absent, coming, going
a few moments more

ball dresses falling
float into heaps on the floor
disrobing Autumn

The Spoils of Silently Watching

Arising before dawn in ritual pursuit
aware of austerity, sharp, acute
a chill that has settled
and defines for a time
the spoils of silently watching.

As the hoary frost on crimson leaves
succumbs to the center,
succumbs to the sun
as ice becomes rain
and the dew is undone
and the bluest of blue
frames vivid prisms spun
of the thread of a love
fleetingly grasped
desperately held
and quickly lapsed
into seeking again
into hoping for when
that moment will lend
less furtively.

Retiring at dusk from the ritual pursuit
aware of austerity, dulled but astute
exhaustion has settled
and defines for a time
the spoils of silently watching.

The moment I said it

Chasse

Sleeping, sluggish, a dormant desire

is drawn from the dog days of summer-

as the front is unfolded

the summer defrocked

I return from a lazy warm slumber.

And the creak of the hasp

and the shake of the aspen

spark dreams of October fire.

And the velvet glance

and the cyclic dance

an alluring chance to conspire.

Rising, alert, an ancient urge

springs forth from a change in the weather

it will not relent

breathing deeply the scent

of the chase and the blood stained tether.

Night swimming

Night swimming
and I am towing
a boat.
Night swimming
and I am pulling
a rope.
Hauling
hauling
hauling
a hope.

I am kicking
I am paddling
I lose myself in the darkness
feigning calm
for the hopes
of the passengers
on the boat.

We are far from the island
far from our shores
there are hours
and fathoms
and whole dreams
to go.

I hear them singing
hear them chanting
"we are the pirates
who don't do anything"
and I choke at the irony
and on warm weedy water
and I swim
with a rope
and a boat.

Becalmed.
She died.
Dead in the water.
I can stop swimming
by entering the boat.
But the boat is not
where the boat is to be
so is less useful
to the destination
less desirable to me.

And they're in.
And I'm out.
and they're chanting
and I shout
"an hour or so more"
as the dawn takes its form
and the skin on my feet
is blistered and worn
from fins and conveyances
to overcome forms
of the body, resistance
and I have been here for years
night swimming
with a boat
and a rope.

I'm in here

dry shrinking soils

clusters collapse into cracks

drought in the vineyard

beguiling allure

shameless in too short summers

Moccasin flower