In the air, then down,

Spine against the iced porch deck -

Yanked by my leashed dog.

We never stop dreaming.

There’s one root difference between asleep & awake:

In “wakeful consciousness” we modify,

sometimes nearly overlay,

our dreams with the input of our senses.

So the difference is:

When asleep we have no conscious sensation or control

of our bodies;

When we wake

our bodies feed us our sense of identity & reality.

We never stop dreaming.

With my two dream dogs

I’m walking down the dream trail

On this bright dream day.

Face in the mirror -

All of the old man creases

Are of bright laughter.

Early Christmas Thank You Note

I’ve not been able

To remember to say ‘thanks’

For the vapor pipe.

My children, all three,

Are human beings in full bloom.

The angles rejoice.

morningporch:

The sun peeks through windows of deep blue. I watch a crow flying silently from tree to tree as another crow follows, pecking and jeering.

klindbeck:

The little cat
who avoids strangers
always supervises
meditation night
and smells everyone’s feet

Leaves falling through light -

Each agrees when to let go 

With sweet surrender.

“Bach through an open
dawn window —
the birds are silent”
Jack Kerouac, Book of Haikus

My skull crashed against

The trunk down across the trail -

We’ve sagged since last spring.

All Thanksgiving day,

Just begging for attention -

Lone red mailbox flag.

Lost on Cold Mountain,

Cliffs, torrents & blasted pines -

I’ve sought for this site.

Rushing to my death

Down a cataract of days

At the speed of breath

Stanza from ‘A Summer’s Dream’ by Elizabeth Bishop

Every night we listened

for a horned owl.

In the horned lamp flame,

the wallpaper glistened.