Freedom
The realtor claimed the flat was lived in once
by Janis Joplin, a quite common claim,
we later learned. The tactic worked on us.
State of Grace
Even the clouds look different, more defined.
The lake is silver, ripples flash like teal
minnows before the bow; the wake, behind
is jubilantly frothy. This is real.
The Morning You Saw a Train of Stars Streaking Across the Sky
five years and you forgot
the excitement of being on a mountain.
early morning, before the hunt, blurred hours
between night and day.
The Sleep of Prophets
The silent prophetess sleeps well at night,
for the pleasures of knowing are a kind
of peace.
The Vices of the Evening
The way the light and shadow / Go one with their tug-of-war …
Tralee, Ireland, Days Ago
I’ve been traveling so long
I forget what country this is. I can read all the signs
in the hotel, but it’s not enough.