Epilogue

Here, in

Whereas, Now

So that, it unfolding, becomes the whole of

Union & Loss

Strange that, after a full emptying

We still find things to Give & give away, for free

And still find ways to hurt and to Hurt

As if the history of rivers

Is a darkness

And also a light

Five degrees below Zen

The sketch of a saint, the dust under

Cell crumbles

Particles of human hope and yes, of anger

All things one day, like the tide

with the force of nothingness

Push in   and pull out

Ghost Songs, 2009

2018-19 selected