Monday, February 9, 2015

3 COYOTE POEMS

LOOKING OUT
(after an image by
Hiroshi Sugimoto)

Looking out
there is the line 
where the great grey
mass of the ocean 
meets the great
grey expanse of sky 
Let us dwell
here, a while. 



THE LINE

Going for a walk
with a line, 
stopping here
and there 
to see what is
to be seen. 
Such small
pleasures. 
Is this not
enough, asks
Coyote.  Is this
not enough
to heal?


THE LAST 

"And you O Lord
my God," wrote  
Charlie Baudelaire,
poet, disbeliever, pal,
mon frère
"grant me the grace
to write a few 
good lines, to prove
to me, myself, 
that I am not the last
(the least) of men,   
le dernier des hommes."

1 comment:

WITTY WALKERS said...

Beautiful poems. LOOKING OUT reminds Psalm 19 verses 1-6

How clearly the sky reveals God's glory!/ How plainly it shows what he has done!/ Each day announces it to the following day;/each night rpeats it to the next. /No speech or words are used, no sound is heard; / yet their voice goes out to all the world / and is heard to the ends of the earth. / God made a home in the sky for the sun; / it comes out in the morning like a happy bridegroom, / like an athlete eager to run a race. / It starts at one end of the sky. /and goes across to the other. / Nothing can hide from its heat.

Best wishes
Michael in Barcelona