Daily Archives: January 6, 2022


You lost your wonder
thinking of the closed side show
within your body,

a silent fun house
of reluctant superheroes
you can’t call on to save you any more.

It’s hard living in that bed. It’s hard to see
the empty feeder outside the window,
the subsequent absence of birds.

Before this, you might have asked
whether someone was slacking and if
someone could get it handled. 

Now you don’t even ask where the birds are.
You stay silent listening for wings and capes flying
to your rescue, but nothing’s coming, so you just sit.

Social Justice

Haul wood,
chop water.
Do the hard work of 

How far
there is to go,
how futile the effort
seems to be.

The wood yet to be moved
doesn’t diminish.
The water refuses
to stay split. 

Maybe it’s best
to return to 
the desert where
there’s little of either.

Once there, though, visible
beyond the dry horizon
are the forests
and now and then, the rain.

Stand outside 
and go through
the motions: swinging,
preparing to clutch.

Become a readiness,
a consciousness: 
a hauler of weight,
a cleaver of flood.