Find any key to the sacred door.
paste of poppy seed, diced date, slivered almond
into pillows of cardamom dough.
verses of dormant languages,
birthing shut away pages to light.
fecund hand crevices,
mulches past and present,
turning forth seed.
canvas in goldenrod, sapphire,
lichen, and clay.
histories in hand-dyed loops.
Sheep and alpaca, nubbins and plush.
Lanolin comfort molds to the touch.
emotions in motions,
twirls, leaps and bends.
with patient presence of trees
to celebrations of salmonberry,
oceanspray, huckleberry, salal.
Stardust melodies in chorus,
Strings, horns and drums.
One burdens us daily
with fear everywhere.
Welcome your sacred and breathe the good air.
(Awkward poem in progress – want to work on rhythm and meter but posting anyway because the brain dumps disappear quickly).
On May 22, I am looking forward to a new volume of poetry that will be released about life in America now.