POEM: PRIMO MANE

I was there in the first hour on the first morning. The air clear and about all, and never breathed before, never seen and cool and soothing about my face. And I looked up And the sun and the moon fell in love as I watched. She sat, as a blushing pearl against Cerulean blue. And I turned, and my father's light shone into my eyes. I walked along and watched it all wake, from a long and cold dark sleep. Further on I saw eleven great birds in flight... and wondered about their defiance of the ground and the air. How had they separated themselves from all the rest? That air first breathed deep returned warm from my lungs, and caused a mist to drift about my mouth...

Poem: WHITE DOG

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...