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New poetry on the blog…
Heads up. I’ve just posted new poetry over at: the other blog :: Sometimes a Wild God Visits. Do go and read it, then subscribe to the blog, or follow, and comment :) (This Coyopa site will self-destruct in a matter of months and rise from the flames anew. Over and out.)…
Washing Our Feet
Is there anything as pointless
As talking about wisdom?
You cannot make love without lovemaking
Or bread with nouns and verbs.
Wisdom feels about words
As the sea feels about bottled water:
The tiny cousin who took a bad road
Long ago and came into trouble.
Shall we talk about the sunset?
About the sensation of breathing
As we stand in the waves
And the sea crashes in
All about…
Four Lines Worth
I don’t know anything about holiness;
I thought I knew plenty -
I saw the high star to aim for:
It was bright as an angel.
I polished my wings and leapt towards it and
Dived into a crevasse in the Earth.
It was not Heaven,
But a blessed loss of grandeur,
Though it tore apart my wings.
Not sanctity,
But a prayer of gratitude
That comes near extinction:
For this leaf in the frosty morning,
The heron’s flight over the river
And this breath after the other
And this and this.