Rooftop Views

Meteors slash the black fabric
night, trailing green and gold
summer heat fading
drowsy children pillow
into shoulder creases
content beneath the universal roof

shingles grind into skin
like iron-justified habits
cool starlight in blue veins
what temptation holds sweet surrender
to shutter eyes with scales of forgetting
to blaze like a meteor into darkness.

Soot Birds

Fire-cloud soot bird
wings westward
blood red tail shadowing
ponderosa, lodge pole, aspen
helpless before the heat-driven beast.

Bronze-winged sisters circle low
over wheat fields where dust devils
vortex wildly, building speed until
they run out of dirt and disappear
like genies, back to the air

transmuted

the earth is the tree
is the fire is the smoke
destruction, the vortex
death, the rebirth.

Monk in Hiking Boots

He is
walking the white line
his arm a repetitious arc
sounding
a single tone
timed to the pace
of hiking-booted feet
treading the pavement.

Saffron robes have grayed
over long meditative miles
witnessed by curious commuters
riding the pendulum away
from his purposeful daily counterpoint
and the freedom held in rhythmic ritual;
how the mind stills and gathers
in the swinging blur of hand and stick.

I roll the window down
seeking precious solace
as I hurtle past, knowing
he walks for me too.
I want to stop the car
and fall in behind;
feel the timeless drum,
the stillness of salvation.