Selected Works

A PRECIOUS THING

I have no time to
keep a vigil on
the world’s woes,

to step up to
the empty table
knowing I cannot
replenish it,

to weep a salt lake
dead from the beginning,

time is a precious thing;
I must make
my daily communion
with the sun,

bathe in the hours
of light,
speak in the tongue
I have been given
to my children’s
children,

but with innocence
and laughter,
avoiding places in
our vocabulary that
would admit …

a world’s woes,
the life and death of it:

time hereafter is time enough
to sit
and sadly sing in the shadows,

time here and now is a precious thing.