Pond Song 3.71

In the urgency a dawning comes over us. GB 33

raw bright day oak leaves__and maple tumble into the pond

where the tide was cord grass__pewter and bronze and beyond

stark in the mudflat glare__rocked by gusts a lone

cormorant wings akimbo__in the slack this patient one

Pond Song 3.70

A new patience of being is needed. GB 33

wrinkling over calm oak__slipping back to the sea

doubling the fiery maple__pond more than mirrors tree

flushed from a rocky place__great blue stands between

its reflection and gray sky__light excessive and unseen

Pond Song 3.69

Being bespeaks itself plurivocally. Why not the divine also? GB 189

rusting cordgrass asters blooming__small bees out of wind’s way

graphite skies in the shallows__a snowy egret fall’s decay

what we behold releases us__a kitchen chair on its side

gleams distantly in a meander__mutter of ducks on the slow tide

Pond Song 3.68

In our porosity, a seed of agapeic mindfulness germinates, mingling richness and poverty, and paradoxical beyond dialectic. G&B 184

pond still at neap tide__low fog high-flying crows

rusts yellows bronzes greens__cobwebs spangle the beach rose

the lacy pattern trembles__you see what you can’t see

the cormorant has dived__the pond is ripple free