Another Poem About Time & Reality

(C) R.L.K.

(For Theresa)

The clouds, scrambled above the treetops,

That make the landscape this particular landscape;

The rain, dripping from the porch railing,

That make this evening what it is;

So summer ends, with most of the houses in darkness

And nearly everyone asleep, but you and I, somehow,

Have lingered, awake together, by this window a while.

Early and Late

(C) R.L.K.

"I was going to say... You remember various

details. But not even all of them together

show the intention. It is as if a snapshot

of a scene had been taken, but only a

few scattered details were to be seen..."

-- Wittgenstein

Sunlight, hillside,

old man with a

hat, the leaves, fall-

ing as other

leaves have fallen

before - all that

is the case; we

live in the world

and sort things out.

Words for an Anniversary

(C) R.L.K.

(For Gloria)

Clouds part, the pale light

of a half-finished

morning pours down through

the trees, and the wind,

the old returning

wind, whispers your name

in the empty street.

Midsummer

(C) R.L.K.

morning --
after hard rain,

sunlight streams
through windows, trees

glisten / between
green leaves,

pieces
of blue sky

Enough

(C) R.L.K.

We make a dwelling in the evening air,

In which being there together is enough.

-- Wallace Stevens

Night falls, finds us

closer than ever,

astonished

by the moonlight

spilling through

the birch trees

tingeing the

river

silver.

As It Happens

(C) R.L.K.

sunrise

lifting

the mist

from the lake

wingflap

of a great blue

heron over

water

leaf shadows

begin to

dance

in first light

in the wind

the scent

of languid

summer

Merely Pondering

(c) R.L.K.

Seen, just as
it is, this
fine rain brings

thoughts of past
things. So much

that is gone. Is it

as simple as

that, as this:

the train I ride,

the tracks ahead

that disappear just

beyond the next hill?