* A Walk *

My eyes already touch the sunny hill.going far beyond the road I have begun,So we are grasped by what we cannot grasp;it has an inner light, even from a distance- and changes us, even if we do not reach it,into something else, which, hardly sensing it,we already are; a gesture waves us onanswering our own […]

* Today *

If ever there were a spring day so perfect,so uplifted by a warm intermittent breeze that it made you want to throwopen all the windows in the house and unlatch the door to the canary’s cage,indeed, rip the little door from its jamb, a day when the cool brick pathsand the garden bursting with peonies […]