Friday, December 15, 2017

New Valentine

Isn’t the point of language
To come to the first word
And to receive it
 
In your new mouth
The bread and stone of it
You dissolve in saying it
 
Over and over
As the name for all things
Loved and unloved

And years later
You’re still looking for it
A god’s name or a friend’s
 
That first word
On which everything
Else depends

Sleeping Valentine

What I see at the threshold
Is a young woman holding a child
How could she be so bold
 
As if offering it to me wavering
Trying to picture what she sees in me
That love is the same in both worlds
 
Assuming its infant form
The original cupid reborn
Flying about the room
 
Not at all the nativity I planned
The marching band
The palms waving and laid on the road
 
But the holiness of the world
Sleeping
In my hands

Thursday, December 14, 2017

Right Valentine

I build an inner and an outer edifice
One that crumbles as I patch it up
And one I patch as it tumbles down
 
They stand two castles
Over a valley of vineyards
The way life stands between two deaths
 
Rescued by memory’s one light
Battery fading but still
Blinding clarity of the stones
 
How did I lay them so huge
And snug you couldn’t slide
My soul between them
 
But still they toppled
And still I call you priests and knights
Childhood was right

Rocky Valentine

Only the heavy tide of the senses
Which washes in on us
And then in sleep draws back
 
Uncovering the rocky shore
Of its hidden life
Open for exploration
 
What from the great sea
We have brought back
From the stand-still of thought
 
Pools of sea urchins
And stranded clams
Closing like eyes
 
In the shadowy light of another sun
The inner cries
Of a thousand gulls

Wednesday, December 13, 2017

Forgiven Valentine

Isn’t the birth of a child
The true big bang
At whatever level it happens
 
Everything remembered starts over
As with the first love
When someone else is more important
 
And the father’s a little terrified
And the mother a little dazed

And the helplessness begins
 
With the first sad cries
And happiness seems possible
On the earth again
 
Forgiveness flourishes
Like a little bud
In the crib

Tuesday, December 12, 2017

School’s Valentine

How to reunite and gather up
The trillion pieces of the one I
Now that we’ve become ourselves
 
In what are we united
If not in mutual knowledge
That many things are hidden
 
And that no one knows
What new revelation
Will sweep upon us

The school of wonder
In which we are still
Nervous children
 
The maintenance
Of reverence
In our eyes

Monday, December 11, 2017

Gates Valentine

Keeping the passage open
Between here and the gate
Where a train waits
 
Ain’t waitin’ for no bus
Or lumbers past
Bodies sleeping in the streets
 
Train that is itself a derelict
Speed that is itself narcotic
Love that is itself platonic
 
Train of woes and new equipment
I don’t see you in your tattooed glory
But I hear you saunter past
 
My unencumbered gate
Keep going I can wait
Till the world comes round again

Sunday, December 10, 2017

Until Valentine

There in the mirror of my little self
My greatest self is standing
The one doing the seeing
 
And the one who looks at us
So we form a kind of trio
Of muted blended voices
 
When you add in the world
Standing on either side
Working hard to own us
 
Until I try to cross over
Into your striding
So purposeful and calm
 
You the one inside me
And you the one
Looking on

Beaks Valentine

I used to think birds were
The hidden orchestration of the world
Not the sun and the stars
 
But there’s a quarrel
Between words and lexicons
Where our lives are flown
 
Way out on the shore-road
Where our feelings sleep in a hut
Constructed of sea stones
 
But there are birds everywhere you go
Words flying around
Carried upward to die unseen
 
Clutching in their beaks
All the unsayable things
Words can only dream

Saturday, December 9, 2017

Presence Valentine

'Jealous because
You’re happy without me’
But how can I be without you
 
We have it both ways
Because we can
That emotional flexibility
 
In all things happiness
Can’t account for
But takes us wider deeper
 
That we can use our sadness
Against us betrays
Someone else also present
 
To mourn with us alike
Our old love passing
The beginning of our new

Friday, December 8, 2017

Brief History of Valentine

In space and time
Can’t we still find
The first male and female

Three sons but no daughter
Until Venus happened along
A genius among the bullies
 
But not even her mother could save her
Co-conspirator
With her older brother
 
All she had was Mercury
That uncontrollable cupid energy
Trying to keep the peace
 
Despite which she knew
She alone would survive
And settle on the earth

Thursday, December 7, 2017

Above Hadrian’s Wall Valentine

Oddly a mirror and a comb
Are carved on one of the Pict stones
Placed at the bottom
 
And just above them
Two sun-like circles
Joined by a rigid line
 
And at the sovereign top
A starving kelpie
A dragon-man leers
 
Clear lines are drawn
Between these three pictures
So it’s a vertical triptych tall and leaning
 
A veritable human being
As if staring at her youth
From several angles

Walked Valentine (for Erin)

Facial recognition
In their distance and
The gesture of her skirt
 
The grade perched against
The darkness and the void
On either side
 
The nunnery of old age
While he keeps pushing
His lust ahead of him
 
Is it a shopping cart
Or a baby in a carriage
We just can’t see to say
 
Something walked in on
Crept up on from behind
Picture that looks and looks away 

Wednesday, December 6, 2017

Gleaming Valentine

I sat to watch some gods
Color in another watery day
Or whoever it is to thank them
 
But then I spied you gleaming
At the edge of an empty flower-pot
Clearly in distress
 
And carried you away dying
Out behind the hibiscus
Where the cat won’t get you
 
And placed you on the grassy ground
And watched you scurrying after me
I came back in a second but you were gone
 
I looked everywhere for you
How is it possible
Unless you flew
 
Your body dead
But your wings
Still new

Seen Valentine

If you see me coming in the clouds
Wearing an oxygen mask
Carrying some flowers from Mars
 
If you see me dressed for a festival
Leaning into the dancing crowds
Following some angel
 
If you see me in all the places
I would never be truly
You would have seen me
 
As possible anywhere
As probable everywhere
An inevitable me
 
You would have seen
What I see
When I look at you

Tuesday, December 5, 2017

Drawn Valentine

Often I want to turn away from nature
Leave its privacy alone
Let it have its own life
 
But it draws me in
Welcome and unwelcome guest
To find some quiet place
 
On the periphery of leaves
Those thriving factories
Of air and light
 
Churning and toiling
Faithful to their original
Will to grow
 
Or where there are no leaves
Just drifts of wind and sand
And the moon is all I know

Little Valentine

These are little shards of the day
I am trying to hoard
Silica and fool’s gold
 
Hauled up from the night’s
Long Dream’s
Confusing conversations
 
Nuggets saved
The hard minerals
Of a vanishing face
 
Pierced through to
And dragged into the day
Not to be remembered
 
But to be experienced
Just once
Before it fades away

Held Valentine

I need to hold you
Not because you need me to
But just because I want to
 
Love’s concise dictionary
Holds only five words
But only three of them are used
 
So how is it possible
I could so often
Forget them
 
Like your name
I sometimes struggle
To recall
 
The other two words
Missing from every sentence
I speak

Monday, December 4, 2017

Strange Valentine

What’s wonderful is very strange
It’s not really wonderful
If it isn’t also strange
 
Awkward at first our littleness
At the spiral of its arrival
But then a new confidence is born
 
How could you not
Sit in the sun
And behold it
 
It’s like a whole day in itself
Wonderful daylight
Strange night
 
Haven’t you ever stayed awake
One whole day and night will you
Sleep through almost everything tonight

Late Valentine

I see by the bare naked trees
And the black-robed conifers
It’s December your birthday again
 
And the pain of the cold
Harbinger of death
Preparer of life
 
Lets snow into the valley fields
Like cattle to graze somewhere
Standing deep in meditation
 
Of course you know which
Valleys I mean which creeks
Where you can see the blood of the earth
 
As with you I touched something
That friendship which gives us
Back to ourselves as us

Sunday, December 3, 2017

Wanting Valentine

One wants Venus to wake up
In the nobility of her lover
In the gratitude of their longing
 
Even if it seems impossible
And the time is not yet
Not even on the horizon
 
To rouse her from her dream
So she can tell us again
Imagination is a pale
 
Substitute for true sight
The goodness behind her beauty
The truth of its source
 
But please don’t disturb her
She is dreaming of us
Incomplete until the dream is over

Friday, December 1, 2017

Yonder's Valentine

So if we’re the great gods to be
The up-starts and come-latelies
Where’s our clamor where’s our muster
 
When our good captain calls
Always a first who runs
Right into the fire
 
To show that death is nothing
But a vortex and a dying pain
So happy you never died
 
When you come to yonder side
Having lost the use of yonder
Frightening at first
 
The wonder
You were a god-ling
All along 

Sign’s Valentine

When Venus comes to your sign
It’s because you stumbled again
Down to her hidden chamber
 
Down the winding stairs
To her underground slumber
Behind the diaphanous veil
 
Which a hand not yours draws back
Like a drape from a painting
You don’t believe you’re seeing
 
Reality seems so painted
With the colors of beauty
You don’t know
 
If you want to touch her
Smooth back her hair
Or kneel in prayer

Acknowledged Valentine

One decent thing
You could do today
Is make no garbage
 
Just sit in the sun
And give the plants back
Their carbon dioxide for a change
 
Breath quietly sipping the air
On a bench or on a boat
I imagine you anywhere
 
You want to be don’t you
Want to be I mean
Knowing nothing
 
As you certainly don’t
And wise to the fact
You don't

Last Act Valentine

If every snowflake’s different
How is it every praying mantis
Is built the same it’s unclear
 
If they’re not just miniatures
Of one great mantis god
While snowflakes vary
 
Into separate patterns
Of participation and release
The pure light before snow falls
 
And the poor praying mantis
Is swept from the floor
Into the dark of a million stars
 
The path his father took
And all the fathers after
As the first flakes enter sparkling