True Word

speaking a true word

without loathing or regret—

honey on the tongue

Offerings

water in a bowl

blue plate cradling crust of bread

morning offerings

What I’m waiting for

is just one bite of the fruit

that Adam tasted.

Checking today’s mail

I found a letter from you,

shimmering with frost.

old tom cat arches

his calico back moon high

hissing and spitting

Sisyphus,

are you still rolling

that old stone?

Sing me a riddle:

how many crooked pathways

make a journey whole?

two crickets chiming

three stones confer with the wind—

I am home again

How did this happen—

seven crickets and a mouse

sheltering with me?