Religare

  Religare I enter a vacant room through which energy flows in a web around an empty earthly hemisphere a cathedral without walls or roof   a room humming with anticipation and I ask to the emptiness,   What is about to happen here?   And the flagstones rumble with laughter and the light moving…

Desert

Listen to me read the poem here I stood at home and wept. I wept at the sight of hostas and Queen Anne’s lace    and petunias and lambs’ ears    that grew    while I was in the desert. I wept in gratitude for rain I did not see or hear    or feel on…