Take for Granted   (Poem 6)   there’s a lot that we TAKE FOR GRANTED like social media farmers markets in summer the sun coming up in the east and setting in the west   but what if these assumptions and a lot of other ones…

Be as the Butterfly During the sacred Sun Dance, closed to the outside world, the Lakota people celebrate the union of the great green bowl of the earth meeting the great blue bowl of the sky, the Sun overhead, and the union of the people…

       I forgive life on behalf of my uncle.   In a story yet to be told, a strange Air sweeps into the desert-dry Throat of the earth, my uncle Would not yet love, too blind To see the world in its ugliness. My uncle…

The fool dances in the square Drunken, merry spectacle for the rigid, reserved Assumed unskilled, wasteful, nothing to gain, little to prove But in his secret world, he holds memories, stories wished forgotten, knots he yearns to loosen with each unsteady step The fool waits,…

My knees tremble My toes curl around the jagged rock We are at the end of the world Looking over the edge makes my chest tight Utter darkness looks back at me But then – The sun appears It starts at the bottom – a…

Hemmed in by measureless cold expanse, rimming a circular plane, pole to pole, Flat Earther-theorists Online now advance a flat disk that has some climate control, hovering above boundless depths below, for which the fallen lack any control, highlighting the first of all Freudian fears,…

I awaken to find it’s still dark I know dawn will be upon me soon I open my eyes to see the possibilities of a new day I am near the ocean, I can hear the waves crashing smell the salty air   I run…

Outside my classroom window The world waits for me to explore it. Trails beckon me to tread on them. Creeks whisper, “Come and fish.” The Open Road spreads his arms wide while shouting, “I am yours!” “Mr. Dutton, can you repeat that?” disrupts my daydreaming….

Loving my wonder often But when shall I move The thoughts circulate and fall

Hour Six I see myself simultaneously leaning over the edge on the other side. We/I wave to myself/us/each other and in unison we say “So this is it huh? Should have known. we knew, wasn’t willing to admit it though.” Then we both let go,…