MORE LIKE THE SKY THAN THE SKY ITSELF

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for my dear friend, Rob Sacks, on his birthday

We seem to be alone but we are not.

Seem to be solid but we are more like sky than the sky itself.

All day long busy pouring water from one hand

into the other.

At end of day we get back to open air.

Stand listening to the wind

separating calls of dog, coyote, wild turkey, formations of geese

from the sound the sky makes going red.

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JOY IN MORNING, A PRAYER FOR THE HAPPINESS OF ROB SACKS

“the laughter rolling like a hoop out of His mouth and into mine…” Anne Sexton

...the laughter rolling like a hoop out of His mouth and into mine...

There is laughter shuddering in the blood.

There is joy that will shatter bone, freeing lightening from its marrow

When the sky is painted with desire

And all swans with broken wings come healed from the river.

Streets  fill with women wearing earrings that are hoops of fire.

The happiness prepared for us will find us falling under the weight

Of  light.

Urgent with wind whipped fig trees,  urgent with a million wings of sparrows

All the spangled streets are ready for those who believe

And for those who believe they are too old

To dance!

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