Poem: What Next!
The white dog stops...
we breathe in for a minute and take in the universal breath.
It is dark out here...
it's black and darkly cold, out here.
The wind cuts the image from my eyes,
and I watch it fall frozen and split like glass into the snow.
This deep and unwritten thing -- waiting on edge,
for a free life to write it,
too large to see it all
deep back in there beyond my visions reach.
The starry dingle...I begin, and
now I see it,
I raise my head to take in all this...