Thursday, May 05, 2022
the day before the rain quit
the last day we saw rain then 2022 dried a while, a surprise we needed, the land did too, while for this afternoon is projected two inches of rain. that is a& monsterful. how can i mark this future projection down?
Wednesday, May 04, 2022
soft night train
no screeching last night.
in breaths of quiet, light
wind
the train pattered like grandma’s slippers
sliding along the linoleum kitchen floor,
hardly going anywhere
and the whistle was not a blaster,
instead it gave soft puffs
like puh, with a long breath between the next muh.
muh ma, as if needed to be picked up and cuddled
the train pattered like grandma’s slippers
sliding along the linoleum kitchen floor,
hardly going anywhere
and the whistle was not a blaster,
instead it gave soft puffs
like puh, with a long breath between the next muh.
muh ma, as if needed to be picked up and cuddled
loud noise
27 august 1883
the loudest noise our
planet has ever heard.
circled the earth four times.
if you were nearer than
ten miles from Krakatoa exploding
you'd be deaf.
floating pumice fields 10 feet deep
clogged ports,
there was so much ash thrown in the sky that in Nicaragua, on the other side of the Pacific, the sun was blue.
poem for us
what poetry means
are soft words
how we feel
blanket warm
in light of dawn
are soft words
how we feel
blanket warm
in light of dawn
with a pleasant look on our face.
and music with delicious melodies.
rest calmly night
no wind, yet the sea moves
on slow long breathes in and out;
respiring a sweeping rush of shore pebbles.
folding waters cause an occasional boom on the shore.
the near full moon reflecting
white sparkles in the sea
throws scattered far reaching points of light,
in the nearly-still envelope of
evening.
how you do it swell.
evening, you're a sweet song
i know you mean well,
i can tell by how you've done.
a small boat in light ripples
my Monterey, Snort,
built in 1930s when the name
meant a shot of whiskey.
how sweet our time together.
how i patched you
and worked to make you right.
thank you, Morgan for selling her to me.
i ordered a two cylinder, 900 pound diesel engine
from China. it came to the boat yard in Sausalito.
i put it in. a pal set it straight in the boat.
and i hooked the mechanical and electrical.
i can taste the salt water breeze of the Pacific
when i think of it.
oh, we had our tine running in the bay
and on the ocean.
***
hurray.
for the fiftieth anniversary of the Oakland bay bridge
i took my 28 foot old wooden sloop Navigator,
my nautical wood working friend Mike and Meri
and along with over a thousand other boats
on a black windless night
packed close like sardines a tin i heard them hitting each other.
managing in the thick of music, lights and celebration
we had a fine rime and got home without a nick.
sloop
a lengthy swift sloop at sail at sea
with half a breeze and half a sun as you man her
nowhere to go and no call to go
just time to set far back
look up to the tall sturdy mast
as nylon sails snap
to the occasional wind's lick
the ocean spits bits of spray
back and forth over the bow
with a gentle lift the shore is visible
then a recline and shore is gone
another lift and the long, low line of land is there again
no need for a shirt with warm air rushing over you
and your hair is twisted and thrown and dampened by spray
a red neck feels good and a tan face
makes it better to have lived this way
strong hands hold the ship to a meandering course
from nowhere
in particular
and back a gain
Tuesday, May 03, 2022
scattered over
can't get away today, going to cover us well is the prediction, stay in to keep dry. plus there is more on the way with thunder they say and we haven't even begun. now is quiet as France. let's someday waltz across the bridge. with umbrellas
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