Gathering flotsam

The hallway fire extinguisher is named Badger

And the rounded effigies on the first floor vending machine lack 

The appropriate replica for diet coke

So someone hand-wrote the words on a piece of paper and stuck it there

In the rounded plastic

slot signifying all the real ones inside

While outside 

The wind beckons

So real, so deep, night-real, night-deep

The way you might pick up pieces

Of sand dollars along the beach as light falls beneath the western


Counting each–a quarter, a dime, or half-dollar

Fraction of the living

Miracle of ocean, deep and full of

things bigger than us

Bigger than either diet coke or Badger or

The things that would keep a body awake

In the deep

Of night

While outside the wind still beckons

Singing lullabies in siren voices

To the sleepless 


A field of flowers

you force me to confront

The connectness of all things

People who would be strangers

Become intimates of a kind

A field of wild heather

Bowing in the wind

Matter and energy make up these currents

Of air and light

Which bring me together

With the face of a child

I could not keep

She changed us both

Shaped the horizon

Into “before” and “after”

Please, Love,

Spend all these afters

Near me.