My brother, David, recommended this poet to me some time ago, and recently I finally came across one of his books and picked it up. it's called Every Riven Thing. It's beautiful and deeply contemplative. Here is one example:
FOR D.
Groans going all the way up a young tree
half-cracked and caught in the crook of another
pause. All around the hill-ringed, heaven pond
leaves shush themselves like an audience.
A cellular stillness, as of some huge attention
bearing down. May I hold your hand?
A clutch of mayflies banqueting on oblivion
writhes above the water like visible light.
FOR D.
Groans going all the way up a young tree
half-cracked and caught in the crook of another
pause. All around the hill-ringed, heaven pond
leaves shush themselves like an audience.
A cellular stillness, as of some huge attention
bearing down. May I hold your hand?
A clutch of mayflies banqueting on oblivion
writhes above the water like visible light.
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