thoughts after the first days of Trump

days and nights of fog

white mist obscuring

all

closing in

we are socked in

encircled like fear

inertia of the world

inching forward

headlights glaring back at us

and then wake up to sun

blue sky

clarity returns and

we see down the road again

open and bright

as the ringing tone of piano hammers hitting

well-tempered and tuned strings

here it is

we must be kind we must

stand up

we must speak up we must

love

we must not normalize we must

join together

we must not hate we must

galvanize

we must be strong we must be

brave

we must live truthfully

we must not settle we must

read

we must listen we must

create beauty

we must love beauty we must

seek justice

we must welcome the stranger we must

work for shalom

bed of leaves 7:30 am

orange glow rises

like lay’red hope as sun glances

this autumn morning 

Elegy for LC

voice that flows

from beneath conscious knowing

into the bones of feeling

and attaches like moss

on the bark of trees

during a rainy spell

and grows like grass

in a concrete crack

pushing apart

bringing grasping life

where there is death

where there is drought  

bringing embracing humanity

where there is only angel or demon

sinner or saint

bringing caressing reconciliation

between body and soul

between earth and heaven

and so we say goodbye and thank-you

Leonard

great mystic halleluiah of our age