A mathematical note on the vector of streams

Taken as a movement of volume
deeper waters, with their greater space
need not speed their waters through;
whereas in shallows, thin or narrow,
the stream must push its water
quickly over the tumbling pebbles.
Also, I noticed
the water shivers most in those eddies
where it hides behind a stone, idle;
the smoothest surfaces are moving
heading somewhere, intentional,
a volume, a body in motion.






May 2020

Sunscent

Moments after sunset
the last light arcing above me
lends the atmosphere a golden scent
echoing off a single cloud adrift
from a source I can no longer see—
an image of bright hope
for things unseen.




May 2020

Firewood

Sometimes our bodies pile
like firewood in a jumble
full of potential heat & light
energy in a static state—
then the tickled child squirms
and the fire leaps to life again.






May 2020

Buzzed Aldrin

glug glug in the gantry
a vision for fairy
tales out of school
in the cabernet dark;
the pin prick stars circle
brief bubbles in a swirl
(look, its got legs)
nose ascends from the murk;
and we’re tipping up, stemless,
first-growth in a solo
—the arrogance of drowning
the fruit for its spark
...
as if the universe
could grant us more meaning
beyond its own being
and our own silent curse.




April 2020

We would totally push the button

    “Dad, don’t take our doggie downstairs.” Oliver, talking about a newly rediscovered stuffed animal, which plays music. 

    “No buddy, I’m taking it downstairs because it’s noisy and I don’t want it to wake up Lily.” 

    “But dad, we won’t push the button.” 

    “That’s nice, Oliver, but honestly I don’t trust you.” 

    The briefest pause. Then, in a low voice under his breath, “Ohhhh that’s riiiiight, we would totally push the button.” 

April 2020