Called Valentine

They call to say

Your mother's dead 

There is a bird

Singing in the yard

A little dying song

You both can hear

So raw and festive

You can't help

But sing along

The joyful dirge

Of her soul ascending

At the other end

Of the phone a song

With no words 

Whoever Valentine

I join hands with all those

Who are sitting somewhere in the world

Trying to write a poem

Though they might never

Call it that a few words

On a scrap of paper

Because something forgotten

Has come back to them

Overtaking them with joy

And they just have to write it down

Tell whoever finds this note

I surrendered here

I put everything at your feet

I await your glory 

Eager Valentine

If I think of each of us

Putting our daub of paint

On the moving canvas of today

Some beautiful some smudged

I start to think I understand

What the painter has in mind 

Filling in the same scene

Over and over again

Each one perfect in its way

But still something eludes him

Each one beginning as if

Nothing had come before

Earlier efforts stacked in the corners

Eager to sketch one more

This day of days 

 

The Rest Valentine

As usual they were hidden and left

For later scholars to exhume

The shattered mummy texts

Bodies risen from the dead 

Put into readable books

Of verses and stories 
They wanted us to keep

No idea of what

Would become of us

Reconstructing their lives

Here's how to make a fire

In your heart here's how

To sleep at night

All the truth of things

You'll ever need

Just fill m the rest 

All Along Valentine

I only imagine you

As you only imagine me 

Seen and half-seen

Some parts are missing 

I only know myself

As far as I'm becoming you

In the middle of this mystery

Who do you suspect

Has his hands on the wheel

As it's headed down this road

Seeking a deeper intimacy

Impatient for its time

When I to you am known 

Or was it you all along 

New Life Valentine

You are never missed by me

I take you everywhere I go

Though you have important things

To do in your new next life

And it feels selfish 

To worry about you 

How we're getting on

Living together in this

New intimacy and calm

Having broken through

Matter and time

Your voice in mine

Carrying me with you

Wherever you go 

Trust Me Valentine

A black cat I'm watching

Browsing grass in my yard

Then strolling off with an

"I don't trust you'

Look in its eye and I

Wouldn't either

Trust me I can't be trusted

Even to know my name

Or not drift off

Sinking into the ground

Or soaring off into the sky

When you come by my love

To hold me still

And still and stiller

In your trusting gaze

Leaving me amazed 

 

Or Else Valentine

Looking over today's agenda

Of unprecedented events

Emergencies emerging

Right on schedule

The world I am staring

At the world over there

Containing me as much

As I encompass it

I feel the basic smallness

Of us all might be

Our greatest gift

Our infancy requiring

Ever-caring gods

Or else we're lost 

Narcissist's Valentine

I've got to be careful

Not to become too much

Of a caricature of myself

An object in my own mind 

That unavoidable mirror-image

I carry around with me

Lost in self-reflection

And yet it's also true

I'm always thinking of you

Whoever you are 

We must find a way

To dissolve the world

Between us it is nothing

But a flimsy veil 

Waiting For Them To Bloom Valentine

When my cat died

After fourteen years

With our consent

The Vet sent me

A condolence card

And a packet of

Forget-me-not seeds

Little black holes

I planted in two pots

Enough memory to go around

If they push through

St. Francis has assured us

Of animals in heaven

When it all comes around again

They will ascend to human 

Endless Valentine

This morning's meditation

Should you care to accept it:

'Mind is always conversation'

There are always two at least

Two together endlessly talking

At first there was only one waiting

On a bench outside a hospital

Until someone comes along 

And all the talking stops

Silence listening for the sea

Time is the first to go

Then space trundles after 

Confirming your arrival 

Praise Valentine

To our masters

Time and the sun

To our midwife moon

Birthing stars

Which ones are ours

To all that sets them 

With such offhand precision

What's not to love

But how can it be

Taken and given back

My life my lord

After all these sins 

You're still at work on me

Still carrying me along 

Being Thought Valentine

Why thoughts fall into our brains

Makes me think of rain

Or snow falling softly

Some land with a thud

Rocks falling in the head

An avalanche of sorrow

Rushes past and then

The mother comes along

The mother of all thoughts

Who stares at me and dares me

To get up off that chair

To breath this morning's air

And be the thought you are 

Waking Early Valentine

He dreamed of a spring

Gushing out of the air

Hanging and flowing there

No earthly thing

It looked like lymph

Or watery blood

Running from a wound

Without a sound

Down and down

Until it couldn't be seen

Only stopping in pools

To rally the stars

To light and put out

The candle moon 

Wanted Valentine

I wanted to be able to sing

My heart out in that choir 

But I have no ear or throat

For what the keys require 

I wanted to be able to dance

For my lord but I could only

Flail my legs and arms about

Barely keeping my balance

I wanted to be able to add

And subtract remember

Without regret 

How to carry the one

Over to the dividend

But I could never sum it up

My answers all were ciphers 

Until Valentine

Up until Tertillian

A priest in Rome among 

The ghosts of Greece

(His head was full of statues)

We had no way of knowing

The very impossibility of it

Was what made it true

Changing everything forever 

Tertillian Tertillian

I love to say your name

You were the first to confess

The audacity of faith

What rises above all reason

The pure gift of grace 

While I Valentine

The angels in my yard

Do make lovely things

And it's true I gave them

Free rein inviting them in 

But what they've done

With the space I love while

I wasn't watching I find

Mildly overwhelming 

The agave has given birth

To three little ones the pampas 

Grass is shedding seeds

Mapping out the breeze 

Where these angels hitch a ride

Laughing at all the work they've made 

This Time Valentine

Ours is a slippery world

Hard to know

Where to take hold of it

But when we do find

Something or someone

To love more

Than ourselves

We hold on tightly

We can feel the mountains 

Around us and set up camp 

In a wide open space

This world slips away

All this time under it

This longing to be loved 

Sacred Valentine

I remember as a boy

Candles blessing my throat

A cross of ashes rubbed into

My third eye the taste

Of God coating my tongue 

My poor performance

As an altar boy sneaking

Wine in the sacristy 

The sins I couldn't confess

Lined up like a rosary

The kiss of peace

I was given to carry

And bury to rise again

Running toward it I see

All my life as planned 

Carried Valentine

A gray volcanic head

Rescued from the sea

I brought back to the desert

And set up at my gate

A hole cut out of it

In which a small

White shell has lodged

An eye that looks down

At me when I approach

Of a serpent tamed to stone

I carried back and lifted

Into place to meet

Its determined stare 

Each day as best I can 

Out Of Valentine

The clouds those gods

I hold in high esteem

Night and day passing over 

I think they carry joy

And sadness around

And out of this world

Continually wrestling

With the light or breezily

Sailing across the moon

But when they're gone

The sky is never bluer

The stars never brighter

We see what those gods

Have made glory

Out of sorrow 

Two Man Valentine

Van Eyck's stalwart Adam

Has the face of a man

You'd like to get to know

Nothing has happened 

To it yet except beauty

And he has no idea

What to with it or what

It has to do with him 

But with Raphael he's

Almost unapproachable

The eyes of the first innocence

Ready to give itself away

How else can love be known 

My Sins Valentine

I have gotten my sins down 

To a manageable level

I like to think

Except for the ones

I've forgotten

Who come back to me

When I stay open

To receive them

We exchange 

Hurt feelings 

And promise to do better 

Even the unforgivable ones 

Still hold some hope

Of a better way 

My Valentine

I went to our meeting-place

But my love was not there

I sang and danced anyway

I walked home in the rain

And was seventeen again

Strange how one body

Never feels enough 

Half a love is no love

If you are old you find out

What love starts out to be

The only thing that's free

Freely given freely taken 

Who would rob love of its kiss

Given and given back

Will never be my valentine 

Behind It Valentine

Among the ones who know

What's really going on

Because they are behind it

At the highest levels of secrecy 

There is a library in a cloud

Where the names of all the innocent

And the guilty are slowly

Being unredacted as they pass 

From earth to heaven while there

In the harbors of the moon

In the courts of mercy

Others are given back their souls

And sent off to try again

To find their secret selves

In this transparent world 

To My Father Better Late Valentine

Between who he was

And who I was

Nothing in common

To talk about

The fact is we didn't

Like one another much

But refused to show it

As if it could be hidden

But still you were the one

Who carried me

Into this world

Put me here

To love you

Despite myself 

Led Down Valentine

Heaven is miniature on earth

Except everything's reversed

Seraphic mountains holding it up

The dusty feet of angels

Filtering down and at their core

They burn and burn alike

And we are all led down

To the brink of that cauldron

To swim in the fires of love

Only increasing what it consumes

Heaven assumes a human scale

Vast continents and oceans take on

A habitable form where love 

Is always losing until it wins

Somebody's Valentine

When you come to a formal garden

You know somebody's been there

Trying to straighten things out 

When you come to a formula

Or theorem you know somebody's

Been trying to write it all down

The parts that fit together

Or must be put together

We feel if we just understand 

Lifting a corner of the page

Of all that can be known

Then maybe peace would come

The peace we are promised

Beyond understanding here and now 

Brief Encounter Valentine

Right up in my face

A hummingbird rose I froze

And hurriedly tried to explain

I am no flower yet

Then what are you doing here

It wanted to know 

Carefully drilling the air

A little breeze on my cheeks

Well I was hoping you would tell me

How you manage the light

My little I come back trust me

I'm working on some nectar 

A few drops of sweetness

I have saved now gone 

Fearless Valentine

Yesterday I was lucky enough

To meet a brilliant mathematician

Who also happened to be

A beautiful human being 

A wife and mother a professor

I can report she took

A fearless attitude toward

The authority of numbers

When they tried to carry her

Too far from the practical

Consequences of their actions

She could sense the scale

Of the world living behind them

For which they are mere shadows

Of great beings left behind

We might follow to the sum 

Save Your Tickets Valentine

This morning I counted on my fingers

Fifteen different cover songs

From that single thieving bird

It was his first concert

Of the season after a long hiatus

The heartbreak you know

Of losing his mate

He returns to the stage 

Triumphant and chastened

Unapologetic and serene

They may not be my songs I sing

The ones I've saved for you

That break and mend your heart

It's just I sing them better than anyone

When I come back each year 

Over Valentine

Four amaryllis in a pot

I've saved from year to year

Timed to bloom at Easter

And they sometimes make it 

Opening in sequence

From red to pink to white

If sun and moon agree

Let's agree flowers appear

Out of a neighboring world

They really aren't from here

And yet they insist and insist

On coming back every year

Proof of paradise I guess 

The joy of blooming 

Over and over again

Must Be Valentine

What if the boy I was

Just happened to bump into

The man I've become

Him fifteen me eighty

It was a long walk to school

And often he didn't make it

So it could have happened

In some art gallery or riding

A streetcar to the end of the line 

Swallowed up in some book

Missing his stop again 

Me asking what are you reading 

Him glancing up from the pages 

What must be our life my friend 

Still Valentine

We can feel the will of the world

In the rivers and the creeks

And the great oceans

Pondering our fates

Aren't we all Magellans at heart 

Crafty our rigging creaking

As we inch toward some horizon 

What if everyone in the world

Became a sailor again

Islanders in the sea

Of the will of the world 

And still hovering out there

The real world

Waiting to be found 

February Flowers Valentine

Is the light every morning

Not a kind of speech

A language that keeps evolving

In the mouths of gods

Arguing with one another

About the way forward

Where to place the darkness 

For maximum effect 

Assembling themselves every

Morning for the great procession 

Into and up over their little

Seedling earth even to here

My waiting yard of weeds

And just down the street

A blazing bed of poppies

Like an eternal flame

Saying your name 

Figuring It Out Valentine

I think that time is

Our only real problem

How to penetrate the puzzle of how

To let it use us wisely

There's just so much of it

To account for

So much medicine

And mathematics

To be applied and adjusted 

While everything

Dances around

The way it does

And how when love

Comes into the picture

Time matters less and less

And more and more

In the same moment

And we are left together

To figure it out alone 

Snow Moon Eve Valentine

I feel how you can also feel

How strong fragility can be

Carrying the beautiful bowl

Of your life through

The crowded streets 

A grown child

How it all depends on

The most delicate operations 

Bodies flowing through bodies

With the dexterity of stars

Each I in its orbit

I know how you also know

The loneliness of our companionship

Calling out to one another

Planning where to meet sometime 

And have a glass of wine 

And gaze out on the ocean 

More Valentine

The more I sit here

It seems the less I know

Pictures come and go

But nothing sticks 

My brain is the banging door

Of an abandoned farmhouse

Somewhere in the hills

Of Uruk or Slovenia 

The more I sit here

It seems the more I get

Taken out of myself

Piece by piece slowly

So close I come to letting

The world completely replace me

And I can finally stand

And let the sun embrace me

As only the sun can 

This Day Valentine

Between two round clouds

A large X in the sky

As if it would delete the day

Draw a line right through it

Before it even gets started

But by noon the sun

Leaves not a doubt

In the blue flying by 

That this day has come

To be what a day can be

When it pulls itself together 

Sweeping through mountains

Death-defying deserts

Coming to rest in your hands 

For Your Birthday Valentine

Old age is given

To remember our sins

The done and not done

To go down to where

The mothers prepare

To gather us in 

But not yet not yet

Old age grows greedier

For life than it has ever been

Let me have 

I pray each night

Just one more morning

As a body on the earth

Holding your body near 

Invited Valentine

At the gate

Two guards wait

But you have brought

Your invitation

Which they inspect

And mutter over

You can hear the music

Coming from the mansion

Behind the hill 

While you wait

To be weighed 

And found wanting

Sent back to sleep

Under the stairs

Or else received

Swept into the grand hall

One among that silent crowd

Waiting to receive the Lord 

 

On His Feast Day Valentine

The secret of St. Paul

Who revealed the secret 

Along with his flair for words

And the music of his speech

Was his willingness to travel

To wander the sea without a home

Think of the kind of thinking

He could do hunched in the prow

Of some ship searching the horizon

In calm and in storms

Asleep or in conversation

With the Lord his companion 

What he would write

When he got there

If it would be understood

I wonder how many of his letters

Went astray like the ones

He wrote to us still 

Arriving still unread 

 

Goodbye At The Vet's Valentine

She was the cat

That came to dinner

And stayed for breakfast

For fourteen years

So we fed her though

She never let us touch

Her claws always at the ready

What could we do

We were her prisoners

When it got colder we

Converted an ice chest

Into a heated cabin for her

Lined with old pajamas

At some point she became

A professor of humility

At the local university

At least that was her story

She just wanted to be loved

And still be wild and free

So we loved her as if

We ever had a choice 

Enclosed Valentine

Noted this morning

Every few seconds

A drop of water falls

From the corner of 

The roof my heaven

Distilled from the cold

Night meeting the sun-

Warmed air I suppose

Since there's been no rain

A few clear drops falling

But not so fast I can't

Catch my own true likeness

There for a moment enclosed

Staring back at me

Holding the sun as it falls 

One Heart Valentine

It only takes one human heart

To account for the whole world

Everything necessary is there

To explain how it all

Got started in the foundries 

Of the gods how to wrap

A flame in streams of iron

Folding and folding it over

Pounding and pounding it

Plunging it into the water

Until it sings on its own 

As the earth feeds our hearts

So our hearts feed the earth

We re-gift what we receive

I trade my heart for yours

Who knew these dying leaves

Were plotting another flower 

I Almost Make it Valentine

A child singing in the refrigerator

The sound of me trying to breath 

I almost make to the last notes 

Before the coughing craters the song

It's as if my lungs are rejecting

Earthly air for some stronger stuff

So the more I breath it in

The more it chokes me out

By the end of the week

I'm completely wrung out

Waiting for the medicine to kick in

Laying here listening to the wind 

Who knew you could make it back

On the music of passing birds 

Epiphany Valentine

Mostly sick through the Holy Nights

Barely able to stay awake 

I was given a series of dreams 

Called 'The Science of Manipulation'

Anecdotes and instructions on how

Even intelligent people can be

Used and played to some end

In personal and professional situations

Painful to watch go on so long

And always come to such sorrow

In the very last classes

You were tested on the strength

Of the cleverness of your lies 

And failed if you believed a single one