The Pea Coat
Arranging the lost closet of clothes
you will no longer wear.
I come to find that old pea coat of yours.
The one you wore all the time like a suit of armor.
I took the coat to my nose.
This gesture endeared me to you absolutely.
In this visual world,
this modern landscape of polyester,
cotton, nylon, and pigment,
it is the smell inside this damn coat
that almost holds what’s left of you.
Thinking of Makala Again
There will always be moments
in my life
When my days get derailed
thinking about Makala
Wondering where she is,
if she thinks of me
There are always places
where I see her
a gentle winter rain that opens
into vistas of skies filled
a soft light over foreign
New York in her springtime
on damp sidewalks
littered with bright
I feel her presence on hot
August days when I
feel calm breath of summer air
from the window
The seasons the heart remembers
How beautiful her face was
close to mine. How real
Makala was next
to my loneliness.
How I miss her.
The rain has stopped
The moon has come out
I don’t understand the first thing
About the Pacific, but I think the current
travels better just after a good rain
When the air is damp
The green sea wails the spirit signs of darkness
And I long to be out there
With the fish
Can anything be more wonderful?
I love the sea, it satisfies me beyond any measure
I have a passion for the strong secret tide
That flows in my blood
The foam breaking on the sand
Water becoming water
My breath touching the night air.
The Sound of Water
It’s steelhead season.
The sun floats in a white mist.
I am very happy to walk along the river
where life breathes through the bluegreen
ripples and I find comfort in a pair of ducks
breaking into flight upriver shining in
The green growing things on the ground.
I stand at the bank and close my eyes
and savor the outrush of quietness.
I want to get lost in a world I never
lived: be happy sitting at a bank
all day fishing, carving something
beautiful out of wood, and paddle a raft
to a salvation of solitude. To be drawn
to nature, to be it, and want nothing more
than to hear the sound of water flowing.
I can’t tell you how happy that would make me.
Inside a Dream
Inside a dream
my mouth is around
your mouth like a
Everything is natural
the swell of your
beestung lips and
the burning of
my deepest want.
Free to dissolve
in a brand new