the fulcrum and the bear

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 ...