From a seed to the universe, in one short poem. The unusual form of the poem and the musicality of the language is intended to sweep the reader along to the climax. You be the judge!
Most cultures have understood that no man can be everything to his son. Other men step in to provide what the father cannot, and there is no shame in that. William Stafford was one of my “poetry fathers”. This poem explores these ideas.
This poem plays with the very rich complex of archetypal themes in the Greek legend of Ikaros and his father Daedalos. What is safety, and how do you get there?
“The Old Ones“, written in 1995, is still one of my personal favorites. Over the years, I have also grown to appreciate it as a reminder of the fictional, constructed nature of the self. If you were to ask me when the insight expressed in the last couplet came into my life, I would say about 10 years ago. Yet, here’s documentary evidence that it dates back 20 years. The self is a story that constantly rewrites itself to satisfy its present needs and interests.
“Benediction” was written for winter solstice 2013. I probably have very little to say that isn’t said in this poem, but I’ll likely go on writing poems anyway.
“Flowers Without Borders” has its origins in my wife’s amazing garden. Growing flowers is her art form, and it was fun bringing the Texas state flower into a poem.
“Waves” was written in spring, 2013, in the run-up to my April 20 poetry reading in Austin. Thich Nhat Hanh likes to say that if you touch the wave, you also touch the water, which is to say that anything seen in the right way can be an opening onto the whole universe.