The Quantumverse
She said I had
Paleo blue eyes –
light, the color of water
from before Fire –
Then dawn over Manhattan
greeting us
like the oldest sunrise
in history,
Where my ribs, ancient,
are stuffed in the mud
of Olduvai Gorge,
aching for excavation,
Day
Ten Million
with ten million
more to go –
One by one
I pull my bones from the bed,
evolve them together yet again.
and go walk the dog.
“It is life’s work to recognize the mystery of the obvious”
– Jim Harrison (Day Twenty-Seven – 28 Days of Unreason)
Honeycrisp apple –
Wife offers sweet mystery,
Temps me with a bite
“The river can’t heal everything”
– Jim Harrison (Day Twenty-Five – 28 Days of Unreason)
Lips as split as sky –
The headwaters of mercy –
Rain on Golgotha
“Nature has portals, rather than doors”
– Jim Harrison (Day Twenty-Four– 28 Days of Unreason)
Kelp, brack, salt and mud
Moon pulls blanket from the bed –
Smell slams angry door
"Nature detonates your mind with the incalculable freshness of the new day"
– Jim Harrison (Day Twenty-Two – 28 Days of Unreason)
Nature calls; frogs splash
Old pond scents familiar –
Dog is relieved
"Like many poets I’m part blackbird and part red squirrel and my brain chatters, shrieks, and whistles."
– Jim Harrison (Day Twenty-One – 28 Days of Unreason)
Quiet sensing wind
.22 Longs for season –
Waiting for the fall
"Words are moving water, muddy, clear, or both"
– Jim Harrison (Day Twenty – 28 Days of Unreason)
Gin-clear morning light
Feels like dirty martini
Drunk with cloudy dreams
“The birds are a chorus…clearly relatives of Mozart”
– Jim Harrison (Day Nineteen – 28 Days of Unreason)
Bird, box, grave –
Mozart gave a funeral
For his starling*.
I may want more
For my Requiem,
But my Day of Judgment seems
Here, now, along this road,
Dies irea of dirt and sand.
A flock of birds
Unsung across the wires,
Wary of my approach
As any St. Peter.
And startled, rise as one
When across the moor
A nail gun taps out Kyrie
To closing wood.
“We were born to be moving water not ice”
– Jim Harrison (Day Eighteen – 28 Days of Unreason)
Nanook says we must
Chop ice, carry water –
Zen of the igloo
You said “jacaranda”
And I “bougainvillea”,
But neither of us know a thing
About either other than
The divine comedy of
Loving words,
Like when we didn’t know
The names for birds
So we invented them –
Marmalade Bunting,
Clicky-Throated Sparrow
The Tobias Finch –
The error of our ways
Like the joyous mistakes
Of Creation,
In the beginning
Was the Word
As God was just
Making stuff up
And here we are
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