Morning Porch

Why sweep?
The ruddy leaves
will find their way back

1130 Miles: Day 24: Round the Bend

Round the Bend
Originally uploaded by vajra

I, too, read the news
I'm thinking of art
brief messages
photographs
are always
yesterday
but these words live
in
tomorrow

1130 Miles: 23d Day: Seeing

Leaping

from gravel

these migratory noses of granite

pull forward

eye catching school of sculpture

convention of carved fins

noses in the air know rain's return

want water, pull

1130 Miles: 23d Day: Seeing

ICU
Originally uploaded by vajra

looking through or at
half full or otherwise
face to face perhaps
or darkly
then roses
and harbor
light or shadows
falling
falling

fall

1130 Miles: Day 22: Mariachi Females

The music is trumpet & fingers curled

comes from the rose of the mouths of those

females hoisting the elegant torsos of

broad guitars. The strumming knows not

the gender, but does know

the shrill tongue, the sorrowful hurrah, the ecstatic horn

1130 Miles: 22d Day: The Problem Of Sunbeams

The Problem Of Sunbeams
Originally uploaded by vajra

the bright and shadow
the cat relaxing or bones
melting into warmth

1130 Miles: 21st Day

Four hundred years since

conquistadors rode into this city

Today only a hint of water runs

down acequia

All artists are called to whisper back in

the poetry of the plaza where we rest

then dance a troubadour dance

Bring back the easel and take up the ink

1130 Miles: 21 Days: Standing Still

Standing Still Series, #12
Originally uploaded by vajra

thinking about Mercury
his winged feet
his changing shape
his supple back
transform
healer to trickster
then round
again
we are unsteady
unsure
if our feet are dust
or wings
uncertain
whether the air
as we step over
the mesa's edge
will hold us

1130 Miles: Day 20

School doors stand open again

algebra instructor and language arts

meet my tentative, headstrong daughter

The sky was never quite so brave

changing clothes again, three times

blue jeans and turquoise bells

1130 Miles: 20 Miles: Aurora

Aurora
Originally uploaded by vajra

your beauty small and open
the first blush of morning
a splash of pink and fragrance
how to paint you
when words brush
aperture or memory
are never quite
enough

11130 Miles: Day 19: Old Toys: InKneeling the Icon Is Revealed

In Kneeling the Icon Is Revealed

Until I bent down at the street corner shrine

I did not know what I would find

Plaster of Paris praying hands

buried there at the center

Red silk flowers grown over, a dangerous,

missed curve.

1130 Miles: Day 18

How many blue gates in this city?

How many shades of blue?

Here a coat of arms in the grail

Green on the other side