Origami

Each fold- a potential, physical
Dive from the probable,
A new shadow, a sound
Brushing against the others.

Each tuck, a verb whispered
For itself- the entity, subject
Coming to life, deeply detailed.

Black. And White. It seams,
It arrives methodically
That my soul should grow wings.

Apocalyptic Fractal

In staining succulence, overflowing
A rising mathematical sky,
Precision falls too easy- rushing
Sand ro rock, coals to diamonds.

The blood of the land found
A closed improbability,
Streaked deep in solemn earth,
Pulling in over out in rapid course.

The sea became a broken sky,
The globe curved beyond as
A bare heaven showed jagged streams
And its store of forever sunset.

Sketchpad Lullaby

The world is all of yours to draw,
A breadth beyond your veins.
Each breath you take, a step you make
To drive your treasures, reined:

Your logic and a dripping brush
Upon a mirror pool,
Dipping where those fall in place,
Your arcs and your slide rule.

Your needle and your nimble thread
That prick a harvest ripe.
Sow and sew of all you need,
And nothing more, that type.

Someday, like me, you'll turn your page
Upon this canvas world,
This world you shade in all its shades,
Says an oyster to its pearl.

The Given Things

Threading the earth
With persistent memories
That shade a marble sky,

That cool stained glass of long ago,
Glowing and fresh in little saplings
That sleep, knotted at the roots.

It never needed silly dreams,
Vague songs with crystal spools
Of icy taste and twang,
Steamed cold when plucked
From the stores of the mind.

A forgotten loom was in those shadows
That raced darkness up the wall
Weaving in a teetering dance.

Spring, summer, winter, fall;
Always but a few memories
As they tangle in the grove,
Where words still court them.

The Artist of the Moment

Gather the color, the time
Falling upon the unpolished ground.
Give it structure, laced magic
That holds up in tilted sound.

Ideas can only stand, after all,
Waver so long as the mind is still
And shivering with anticipation,
Poised with endless diving will.

Dress this victim of self and speed
In the splash of fear, lovingly tucked-
Beside all the dry trophies
And weighty relief so plucked.