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Once

I.

once under a long-stemmed moon
we became human for a minute

like a woman wearing a black abaya
with a gold filigree rose inside

singing softly behind a high wall
in the market in old Aleppo

II.

i cannot think of why
you created me

remnant of
my father’s mind

there are splinters of knowing
(you and me)

open to the sky between
the tiny pieces of terror

Belonging

a lamprey
under the waterfall
grips the stone
with its mouth of all eyes
shadows making new rocks

how hard it is to climb
to the top of the water tank!
the steel ladder pulling
a ground skirl of smoke below
an impaling cushion

a wind farm walks over the horizon
grinding and scissoring
the close-cropped land
with its dry sunken creek veins

a moon the color of a calf’s ear
the long harrowed fall
as close as your thigh bone

The Last Circus

Note: Barnam and Bailey announced today that they are closing their circus after more than one hundred years of touring and performing

I am five years old
sitting in wiggly anticipation
under the circus bigtop
Barnum and Bailey
has come to Sheridan, Wyoming

The crowd is a hot smear
of Saturday afternoon faces
The room smells of animal dung
and buttered popcorn.

I have the surprisingly intimate feeling
of being let in on a secret —
there is a world where the rules
are suspended, where people fly
and elephants walk on their hind legs
where women wear spangled
skin-tight suits and swing on swing sets
the size of tall buildings

where people are sawn in half
and then reassembled
where the polar axis shifts
and time runs in a bright circle
with a man standing on its back with a whip

Of course, I had no way of knowing
the conjuring has a cost. And like a broken
foreign correspondent, I have wandered ever since
looking for what is conjured
and what is constant

No Horizon

I have taken every third word
I heard today, gathered them up and dumped them in a pile.
Some I jammed in a pill bottle with other acid reminders-
a random chemical family. Maybe they will work things out.

Some I hung in a tree like a wishbone.
Pull one end to see if you are lucky or not.
Some I laid out like plastic trash above the tide line,
in between the clumps of seaweed.

Some I scratched on the side of the doorless outhouse
we set up to face the ocean to watch for returning boats.
Some went for new, inventive labels on the grape wine
we made when it was too rough to fish.

The rest is personal packing
to keep my insides from falling out,
wrapping them around the thing that made no sense–
Duncan’s body, or what was left of it, washed up in a tide pool.
The top all gone, just the legs up to the backbone.
He still had his white socks on. No boots though.

A freak sea, a big wave over the false bar
and the channel inshore of it, quick sandy on the inside.
His boat probably swamped coming in over the bar
and he fell in, got dragged under, numbed by the cold
and had no time to kick his boots off.

His Dad walked the shore everyday until he found him.
Some in the tide pool and farther on
some other parts of him, the head and one shoulder,
all chewed up by crabs and sand fleas.

Once, Duncan and I were fishing off of Port Hardy.
The sea got big and I got so seasick I passed out.
It was all Duncan could do to handle the boat.
I woke up with one eye swollen shut
and vomit and blood and fish scales everywhere.
These words, blank-eyed and staring back at me as I write them,
make me sick like that.

Goodbye Leonard Cohen 

“There’s a blaze of light in every word, it doesn’t matter which you heard, the holy or the broken alleluia” — Leonard Cohen 

Making Sorrows Disappear 

“I can shake off everything as I write; my sorrows disappear, my courage is reborn.” — Anne Frank 
“In the long run, the sharpest weapon of all is a kind and gentle spirit. ” –Anne Frank

A Raindrop’s Joy

For the raindrop, joy is in entering the river

–Ghalib, eighteenth-century Urdu poet