Ely Wandering #1, 2018

I overdo

it’s true

I lay in the black

and look for the light beyond the blue





Together, 2017

You put me together

red room


reflection of my father


slept for a million years

then *BANG* I’m here



You kept me together

alley nap

a thousand steps

away from home

beyond alone

but you didn’t let me land

now we stand



You brought us together

long walk

straight talk

held back

switched tracks

which path to take

now we make things






Winter Bird, 2017

When there’s money to spend

the day has possibility

a slightly rosy glow


When broke’s the word

choke dominates the motor and eyes cast to a lower pole


The bird outside my frozen window

stirs a cheerful chirp

looking for food all day long


She has an endlessly hopeful song


What does she care?

She may be dead by morning

of this sub-zero night


Who am I

to fight the simplicity of creation

made to rejoice?





I draw down the shade, 2011

I draw down the shade to separate cool blue moonlight snow fantasy
from yellow space interior popcorn smells as sleep fastens to young roots
Your car does not come up the street so I draw down the shade
The scene out the window is nice perhaps too nice so I draw down the shade
block out the beauty or keep it in
A light-footed ox works and breathes through yet another perfect day of problems and solutions
matrimonial sugar lumps side by side with homemade doughnut holes
and this magnificent and traditional creature bears the weight of this day on his shoulders
as he plows and plows – this is his art form
and behind him drags not a crude blade nor progressive farm implement
but instead this gorgeous day
kicking and screaming, beginning to yield and soften
(blade to earth) and become fertile abundant soil from which another day will spring
I allow this simple beast to pull this day forward as I draw down the shade
separate myself from the night outside my walls
and welcome the yellowy carpeted bedtime routines of child rearing fame
speaking words of encouragement to the ox – our engine –
I stare for a moment out the window
memorizing the blueness
letting those possibilities continue without me

A hand on the cord I draw down the shade and turn back into my domain
where kids bathe and fight as we all prepare to ride the ox tomorrow
I keep this moment in my heart space until you come home
I will kiss your forehead and warm your body with all I have left
There are some things that I do not give away to this splendid moment
I’m saving them for you