line of worship

aligned to segregate
light
unfold dreams
on a given day

careful observation
place the stone right
altars tethered to the underground
tomb

first you must calculate direction
doors face toward sun
moon shakes things up
with water pulled from another continent

walk the path
in a circle
not knowing what
you'll find
in the glowing center
look up for a moment
feel a light breeze
ruffle your collar

map of the world

you showed me a map of the world
we climbed castle walls
I was afraid to take the last
step
 
on the cusp of rain 
I walked under ledges
fearing gray sky
and wet skin
 
later I stepped out
my skin didn't melt
cold, frazzled 
I wondered about clouds

a clever mansion

the bark feels perpetual autumn
thick   resistant  grudging  preparing
the bark is in motion
churning   swirling
smooth only at its scars
which peek like the windows 
of some clever mansion
 
gray is worn well by you
hope runs deep in your bragging   bulging
roots