Pilgrimage: #37: Plumb Line

One tool to grip

and one more to measure

I learn (again) how agile

the patient, practiced hands

Insulation against the scald

and a barrel to catch

broken pieces

Pilgrimage: 38 Days: Fighting The Waves

each mouthful of saltwater
almost delicious
redolent of dying weeds
and city runoff
weighs me down a little more
never a strong swimmer
and the shore is receding
I'm tiring with the effort
to bring myself safely home

Pilgrimage: Thirty-Seven Days: What The Eye

what the eye sees
the mind turns into
thought
measure
line
what the eye sees

Pilgrimage: Could It Be 36?: Café Society

here on the left coast
we sit outside in crystal afternoons
dark espresso in paper cups
green enameled tables
cover

#36 Pilgrim Hearing

In this man's house

the poets gather.

Small bites on glass

plates for all.

Black olive dip with

garlic and lemon

tart wedges.

Once a prayerful

bell was rung.

The room swayed

as even non-believers

felt the sonnets of

the night nibble

at their ears

Pilgrimage #35: What We See in the Window

In the window the reminder

of simplicity, the accent on

wrist to palm to prayer

Trinkets of bead

and forehead of humility

We dined together this morning

We are sewn together

Pilgrimage: #35: Vermeer

He studied light
on pearls or the blue jacket
Mesmerized by the soft sheen on skin
or the concentration of a letter
He never walked through Santa Fe
in late Summer
Nor saw the clear blue light
that flows into adobe rooms
The light! The light that slowly
leaves a honeyed glow