Harriet Tubman

what is it
to listen to
God, a voice
within that knows
right from wrong
freedom from slavery?

what if we
could all live
fearless in our
love for humanity
for the decency
of all people?

what if the
north star still
shines bright, if
only we be
not blind to
our inner truth?

what if we
are all Moses
wading in water
helping everyone across
to that dry
land of faith?

Ciao San Francisco

24 years later i left
without a sound, wearing a
mask like I’d robbed the place
no longer the 23-year old
point reyes camping in the rain
studio-living kid applying to
grad school while dancing at
the elbo room, time has
passed, but that city of hills
dwells forever inside me
yes, it will always have my
heart, but just like everything
we had to part

Of Love and Things

black friday
pop up ads
vanity fair
folded perfume

possess, covet
objects of pride
I’m better than you
insistence that

moneyed hierarchy
is the answer
will solve
all woes

sorry, not sorry
to say, this
accumulating life
is wasting time

on things (and
you’ve heard this
before), stuff won’t
make you happy

but instead, yes
love, it is
so simple
also free

Country Music

Charley Pride on bathroom
laptop, while I shave, his voice
forlorn longing, whiskers
collect on razor’s edge, this
morning mirror apart from wife
and son. I feel for Merle Haggard,
travails, time on the road, love
found and lost, like Loretta Lynn
in Topeka, daydreaming of that
different life, away from crumpled
hamper laundry and the last
cereal bowl bits clinging to old
milk. Somewhere in Nashville
they are still singing with Jesus,
waiting for my return.

Higher Power

we rarely speak
of God that
him her force
lives in heaven
forests oceans everywhere

we pray to
be always in
good stead with
each moment where
light is ours

this karma knowing
watching to see
if we are
truly in his
image like clouds

floating peace through
sky we try
meditating while walking
the quiet path
of constant love

and one day
may we arrive
wherever there is
union with all
that ever was