Concord

I believe that I am a Little Death
experiencing this little life
we have all concord 

To The Piano

For years
I wanted the piano
to play
a rhythm from
my heart,
though I did
not dedicate any
of my life striking
the keys.
All these years
not knowing
that the piano
has been striking
me.

Of Which The Tree Grows

When I was born

I fell off the branch

as a leaf on the water

I landed.

As such, I give advantage

to the current

that holds me.

When I die,

I’ll wither then

decompose

into the soil 

of which the tree grows.

Hardpan

The rivers are dried
the drought spares nothing.
The hardpan of the desert,
the endless horizon;
the Living Thing
knows its bones
are dusty.
In the wind,
the hollow bellow
is infinite as are
the shells of life's
discards.

I can feel my mind evaporating.

Commit

I will wait for
a poem that
astounds me
before I
put pen
to paper
and commit

I am worried that I no longer have anything to say.

I pass my day
with a dark cut
where my brow should be
and mumble dastardly verbs
about the happy know-nothings
surrounding me.