Some fragments for Solstice ...
Its been a long time since I spent a day with a poem building up inside and was actually able to sit down and try to write it out. Hallelujah, anyway.
Here are a couple of fragments from the longer piece, which still needs a bit more work ...
Fragments from Solstice poem:
1.
Let the dark in --
those black on black
bodies of trees
with their arms
reaching out
for your hair.
7.
Let the shiver be
what it is – ecstatic,
chasing the floating mind,
bringing it back
into flesh.
8.
Somewhere in the woods
I lost myself.
And remembered the magic skin
of water, the phosphorescence
of a deep sea fish.
Somewhere in the woods
I reached out
to the life of a crow
in the winter --
tree to tree
its quick heart
and hollow bone
hunger
for a hidden seed.
11.
The sun itself
far off and yet
the sun inside
shoots sparks
against the black ice
on the road.
And a picture from many o many a winter ago, at a lovely little place in the Catskills known as the Casa de Los Gatos ...
