No Reason Apart

The noise of this age
Is in its insistence
That there is more to be had,
And a reason to be glad,
Other than and apart from
The slaying...

...in every breath.
...in every thought, low and lofty.
...in every thorn plunged, meat marred.
...in every plea, desperate for redemption

From them all.

Reasons.

When all that remains
When these dark days
End
Is the soul

From You
For You
To You.

To be You.

My Shadow Remains

What have I lost that I did not
Lose upon entering this world?

Are not the seasons marked, indelible,
Never to be defaced?

So why do I grieve?

For these dreams that coiled
Around me, now fragments
Of broken bone.

For the light that now
Has its place where the wind
Spirits away its spoils. And here
In this old man of a cabin

Only my shadow remains.

My shadow remains.

Bird Preach

The maya birds preach.

Outside, in the icy envelope of gray,
They preach.