The Common Fire

The Common Fire

When the ocean pauses its thunder,
that moment between breath in and breath out,
I hear wind against my ear,
the voice of air pulsing,
opening to all sound.

from “The Voice of Air”





The Wild Shine of Oranges

There are no shadows in this picture,
just light crackling,
a single ray quivering in your eyes
and your body bending into this bench.

from “Purple Irises”