The Real World
Obstinately wordless
this morning is.
Pale crystal sunlight
cracks & breaks everywhere.
Rain last night, but now
ice crunches under boot.
Dog is at her ease,
lying on the driveway ice.
All seems untranslatable.
No one thing stands for any other.
No thoughts that might become words.
No words taking sudden fire
so nothing is what’s happening
& you could get lost in there.
Crystals
Morning after long night’s rain then freeze
the steady rain sound a part of sleep
& now as I close
the back door behind me
tiny crystals scattered on the ground
wake up to light or dharma or a god or
whatever you want to call it; in any case
I am stepping carefully among them.