As Heavy and as Light as One Small Stone

Lift me
from where I lie
in the weather

and the sunshine, where
for a thousand years,
I’ve watched white clouds

turn lions
into tea kettles.
Hold me

in your hand,
like a treasured stone,
and turn me over.

Beneath me
find the worms
and mud, and dig

into the fertile roots
that churn
with sweet life.

And when you find
you have reached
hard granite,

please find a way
to keep on digging
so that you hit

my hot and molten core,
where surely we
we will both be burned.

But we are not.

And all the while,
you hold me gently
in your upturned palm,
and I have no fear
of falling.

Solitude and Coffee

After a night of rain,
the scent of morning
goes straight

to my heart,
perfumes the quality
of this sweet 

aloneness
as I wake up slowly
to birdsong.

In moving shafts
of dusted sunlight,
I sip solitude

and coffee
to replenish
this deep well 

of love,
so vital,
so pure,

like the fresh snow
high on the quiet
mountains,

as the world
turns our bodies
toward the sun.