Stations

thoughts before i start a new job

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 Beasts know it true

to guard against the larger

and feast on the lesser

this is not the only rule

rather a lesson of bounty;

of knowing ones station:

what stands before us

always a conflict of weight.

And yet we are burdened

with other means. A look 

in a look in an instant. 

And what we look for 

are cues of weakness, smallness

in another. We are looking 

outward with wide thirsty eyes

when the vital notion is inward,

essential and unknown. 

–ECW

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Coracle

for my father whose friend has passed

That silence spoke for itself
an infinity of wide open eyes
and I stood with you at the edge
with my hands on the brim of your
canoe and gave a gentle nudge.
Ours was a bond of time
as much as it was friendship
and after all these years,
my quiet hope for you is peace.
As it is for myself; as it is for my children.
We have seen enough to know
the difference between life and living
the difference between happiness
and the burden of hope. I wish
you carry all this life’s sweetness
with you on your journey, even
the bittersweetness,
which came with time.
–ECW

Shadow Box

It’s the detritus I’m after
the quiet accumulation of time
along the back walls
of the closet
in the underused drawers
of the night stand.
I purge them
only to regret my harsh
judgement of ticket stubs
and tidbits of parcels
it’s a life after all, my every
everyday, and I’ve kept them
for one reason or another,
because I am afraid of forgetting
or that I may never be happy like this
again. But they collect,
the casual evidence of suburbia:
receipts, wrapping paper,
whimsical notes,
until I gather them up
and feast of their sadness…
sad that I kept them
sad that I will
never change.
–ECW

Night dancer

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Mayflies track false moons
flying sideways and over
one another to catch sight
of language written in
bright lines
spoken to them
in night lies.
The mayfly is papery
floating outward
and down
able to catch only
a moment airside
before gliding under.
Mayflies fall always for light
in a candle or a lantern
believing this to be
their guiding source,
a thunderous ache
for revival, but
things are different
now that ever street corner
has a stoplight
and every home
a well lit number.
–ECW

Odd Donations

Thoughts on cutting off my 20+ inches of hair for Locks of Love

The parts of me that still grow
will grow back again even
when I cut them away
to feel powerful
to change my face.
These are the things
that belong to me
the things that I can
manipulate and curl
the things I have mastered.
Today they are mine
but tomorrow
they are yours;
we can share my hair.
–ECW

The artist and his muse

after watching a doc on johanna bonger, I thought of all the people who follow artists and make them important

I was further away from them
I could hear the murmer of their voices
But was not privileged to their words
I was further away from them
The boys on the ridge passing back and forth
memories; I was further away from them
Not ever within arms reach
But scuttling behind, curating their footsteps
Collecting their love-letters:
The brothers by the sunflowers
The artist and his muse
–ECW

Draft – apology 127

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i want to say it all in a syllable
i want you to know that, even now
i play the plot in my head on repeat
to find something I missed
capture it’s essence
a flavor, a sour note that tasted
of lemongrass.
of the last time I ate with your family
and we ordered takeout
and listened to the secadas
–ECW