if I am will against will
then there is no movement —
no blair, no birdsong in
the back of my mind; I am
block-head
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if I am will against will
then there is no movement —
no blair, no birdsong in
the back of my mind; I am
block-head
13 Tuesday Feb 2018
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we should plant moving grasses there where there is exposed
dirt, i was saying, and it would act as backdrop
to the japanese maple, as now when there are no
leaves, in winter just its branches, its form, –(which is
a standing heron) (essentially)– and then there would
be two waves, or two, levels, two terraces
forms, ondulating, small, short, moving
grasses, i was saying this to myself,
we should plant moving grasses there where
there is exposed soil, and at that moment
a heron flew across the sighting path,
just above eye level from right to left,
improbably but instantaneously on a line
so
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it is not that i did not want
to be there among it and among
it, it’s that i did not belong
there; and at the moment of that
that the hawk flew into view
right to left but out of
sight and in order to see
it i had to crane my neck
for it was outside the window
frame at the spot floating
as it were above the point of insight, large,
as i looked at all the roads
and multiple bundles of small connections, grey,
very grey.
i will not know this city in entirety;
i will know only a quadrant of the city;
and at that moment, the hawk flew
off, away, from left to right
again high up over head, nearly –
and then out of sight with in the space
of two windows.
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in the dendrites of the trees
all grey matter, all different
degrees of grey, a hawk glides
through, left to right, and up,
large, and passing, significant,
thought
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i said to myself thinking about
a hawk while sitting again in an orientation
presentation, the picture windows in
front of me – woods – and wondering
what and where – and what connections,
my son sitting beside me, would and
will and might make – and then on
cue as if on cue a large bird,
hawk, undoubtedly, flew from right
to left and landed in the uppermost
branches of one of the many
trees.
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I woke up thinking about waves
and letting a wave go, what it
looks like continuing, what
that thought is, that image and
another that follows it a familiar
looking window up a familiar looking
street in autumn or an open
sky of a particular color blue tinted
with a hint of violet letting that
wave go to what is awakened again
sound of voice of a friend’s
mother but not because the mother
’s was not often at sing-songy,
letting the wave see the appearance
of the child at reunion – a mother
pulling behind her her small rolling
suitcase up the sidewalk, and
her barely contained, not contained
joy, even in the inelegance of this
this old carry-on, pull along suit-case
approaching what is still her child’s dorm,
wave, i woke up thinking about all
the colors, and the sound,
and that color sound appeared
in the air, for moments, i woke up
saying think about the wave keep adding a
moment to the wave
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the dog will want to be let in
as you are/i am meditating —
the hawk
lands in tree at moment of thought
the dog
returns to screen door
at moment
of revelation
the hawk takes
off with its considerable weight
from tree in yard
right to
left upward higher
into tree two houses
away across the alley.
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it is of course
all transit
the two holly trees against the fence
the arrival of the hummingbirds
their departure
the small grey dove beneath
the slatted metal table
taking shelter in the rain
in the aftermath
of hurricane; the dog asleep
beside, inside, adjusting
to house now with her
two protectees matured and walking into
wide-spaced well-spaced parentheses
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the way a hummingbird feeds, drinks, eats
is neither hurried nor slowed, it is simply
itself taking in nutrient in amount in
interval bent neck/smooth back of head,
straightened head, repeat, several times
in its manner, at its table, and
then to perch, or up above to hidden
or unconcealed branch above
in hackberry which it does
not disdain, and again to above
somewhere perhaps a thimble nest
is in-set; while another humming-
bird feeds, drinks, eats; it is
neither hurried nor is it slowed,
it is its time, not heron, time,
it is time of flutter, again
appears these moments ———— the hand
of infant suspended mid air
for a moment unimaginably long
the air still imagined as a globe of
amniotic fluid
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the leaf is suspended by a nearly invisible thread
the brown dog walks underneath the street address
a hummingbird makes three quick stops
at althea blossoms at the neighbor’s
plants, and the leaf of course is shape
of heart turns
in breeze
warm, damp, heavy, of seacoast