All Talk
When I find myself preaching, I find myself alone. . [ 1566 ]
Archive for September 2022
Gentle Landing
O little house, in your dream of falling, saved at last by spider webs. . [ 1565 ]
The Reckoning
When the river’s low and seems lazy and unconcerned, Memory’s a winding path through the old cottonwoods on the floodplain. Come back in spring. Be here for the reckoning. . [ 1564 ]
Directions
green water / blue heron /gray sky a breath sooner or later green water / gray sky . [ 1563 ]
In Other Words
We meet each other in different languages, even when we write and speak the same. What we read and say and hear, is who we are and who we’ve been. What we mean, or what we think or hope we mean, matters less than listening, with love. . [ 1562 ]
The Cosmos Laughs
What to say of these strange beings who foul their nest, Save the Cosmos laughs, and goes on its way? . [ 1561 ]
Child’s Verse
Each act a kindness, each breath a prayer, Each word a poem that finds us there. . [ 1560 ]
A Spider to the Sun
They say I can’t see the stars. But I see them all, When the dew is on. . [ 1559 ]
Sunflower Bees
The bees in the sunflowers don’t mind us near. And why would we curse or bother them? There’s enough anger and fear in the world. We ask instead: what else might we offer them? And their reply is sweet: if not peace now, when? . [ 1557 ]
William Michaelian 