Sunday, July 5, 2020
WInter Wind
SNOW
Monday, May 4, 2020
ADVENT
I watch you, redbreast, perched at sunrise
on thinnest branch—atop the birch
wavering in the brightening breeze.
Again and again you take flight
a short distance
a fool’s errand
an awful sound—the thumping
against my window.
Back to lime-leafed safety you wing.
Then once more
lift off into your reflection.
Is it mate or nesting place you seek?
It’s spring—all must be readied,
shreds of dried grass, tinsel bits and twigs
woven into high-hung homes
sheltering pale blue eggs.
Soon, you will find mate, build cradle,
settle into your creation
waiting through tender nights.
A quiet advent
I know not where it will be—or when
tiny fissure first, then downy chicks
reaching up, beaks open in soft chirps
all hidden from our eyes.
But it will be—this spring
one of many hallowed births
through meadow and wood.
And all must be readied.
Saturday, April 18, 2020
DARK MOON

I am not alone—ordinary, everyday lives everywhere were crammed brimful with the bustle of living. Although not long ago, it all seems very far away, in between worry that we may lose family or friends to this deadly virus.
Even if I, or no one I know personally is brought down by the virus, there is still the sad knowledge that everyone is vulnerable, as millions have been ill worldwide and probably millions will or have died of the Covid19 pandemic. There is a feeling of connection to others throughout the world, so that even in isolation there is no separation.
Everything has changed!
Wednesday, February 26, 2020
EQUINOX
Finally—
the sun warm and golden
new leaves tender on greening branches
the cold winter in my bones ached
the coming of darkness every evening closed my heart
then endless rain, more cold
Why?
And I said I wouldn’t complain.
I wonder less often what purpose my life serves
as I move more slowly—even in the warmth.
becoming the dullness of winter
the fullness of summer.
How vain and small such musings seem to me now!
Two things keep me from sadness:
the small pink, perfect cherry blossoms
each year they appear
fragrant and pure
and
the sun’s arc moving toward a mid-summer sky.
Monday, February 24, 2020
COVES
A few gulls sweep the blue air
The wild sea flows from the horizon
It does not matter now--
the chaos we have wrought--
losses suffered, changes to come
cannot touch, taint the heart of things:
the quiet, the blue, the flow, the deep
Tuesday, January 21, 2020
EVERYTHING AND NOTHING
EPIGRAPH
Parts of me are missing
Thursday, December 5, 2019
EMPTY BOTTLES
Tuesday, August 13, 2019
BETRAYAL
Obviously, Dante considered betrayal a"sin." Though "sin" has religious associations, it can be understood as essentially a transgression which crosses what was thought of as an inviolable boundary. Betrayal can be thought of as the greatest degree of transgression, for no matter how justified, when all is said and done, there is always collateral damage which can reverberate for the betrayed—sometimes for the rest of their lives. One can feel betrayal only if there was love and trust, and a stated or perceived commitment involved. Betrayal breaks that trust and retracts the commitment.
It has been said that the only thing a betrayer ultimately betrays is his conscience (Joseph Conrad). That is assuming the betrayer has a conscience—sometimes yes, sometimes no. The betrayer may feel there is no other choice, circumstances have changed and he will become what has imagined only if he casts aside a vow or the one person who has trusted and loved him to the point of being vulnerable. Loving is vulnerability. Nevertheless, betrayal is a kind death, perhaps to both the betrayer and the betrayed, but for the betrayed it is the death of trust and of hope, that “thing with feathers, that perches on the soul” (Emily Dickinson). For the betrayed it may feel like and can be a death of the soul or the ability to trust anyone and anything again.
Looking from another perspective, Barbara Kingsolver notes that "Every betrayal contains a perfect moment, a coin stamped heads or tails with salvation on the other side." Salvation for the betrayer and maybe even for the betrayed--a paradox. The betrayer may feel he had no choice but to do the thing he had to do, while the betrayed may come to see what the reality had been all along, or what part he may have played in the inevitable--enabling or giving power to another, and that the answers to “why?” and “how?” were there all along. The betrayed's trust might have been misplaced with a person ultimately incapable of commitment, loyalty or sacrifice? And who of us can say for certain that, under certain circumstances, we might also find ourselves incapable?
And who truly knows the nature and implications of betrayal? Except in one case—one of the most well-known betrayals which Dante included in his Divine Comedy-- that of Judas Iscariot (for a few silver coins). Here the paradoxical circumstances are clear: a predestined fate for both. Judas Iscariot was an unknowing instrument in betrayal, setting into motion the foretold and inevitable deed, sentencing his friend and teacher to death. On the other side of Judas’s betrayal was said to be salvation for humanity and redemption for the original sin of disobedience in the Garden of Eden, as the story goes. Of course, the rebellion of Lucifer after creation is also a well-known in Judaeo-Christian story, also an analogy to human compromises we make for control and independence, as Lucifer states in Milton's Paradise Lost. "Better to reign in hell than to serve in heaven." Both Judas/Christ and the God/Lucifer betrayals are paradoxes, and perhaps most betrayals are.
Unfortunately, or fortunately (and maybe also foretold and inevitable) in our own mortal stories, neither betrayer nor betrayed sees or fully understands the nature of the betrayal, neither the paradoxes nor the consequences which may, in the end, be "for the best" bringing about some greater good and further the purpose of being human: consciousness.
Nevertheless, the betrayed must endure the pain and suffering of i and sometimes other experiences its collateral damage of the betrayal
The real question is, will the betrayed also be able to say, as Christ did on the cross of his betrayers, “Forgive them, for they know not what they do."