On Discovering My Family Tree

On Discovering My Family Tree

More like a forest than a tree
My lineage spans generations
Family spreads from sea to sea
Like an ocean of crustaceans

Features a lot like you and me
DNA passed through celebrations
More like a forest than a tree
My lineage spans generations

Pioneers in the land of the free
Living on high expectations
A respite from dark tyranny
They came in waves of migrations
More like a forest than a tree

A Soldier Returns to Afghanistan

A Soldier Returns to Afghanistan

That Sunday, I felt sad leaving again:
Up until about
Five-thirty in my tortured brain
Did my almost-full- plane pull out
All engines roar, all seatbelts on, all chance
Of seeing her again soon gone. We flew
Over the tops of mountains, crossed a peak
Of raging snowstorms, felt the aircraft dance.
The cloud's even drifting breathe soon blew
Where sky and love's desire and war reek

Perfect Storm

Perfect storm

Today, the rain a surging tide
The howling wind a blustery gale,
Perfect storm for a winter's tale,
A spun yarn by the warm fireside

Ideal weather to set the sail,
Follow dreams on a joyous ride
Today, the rain a surging tide
The howling wind a blustery gale,

Idyllic day to remain inside,
Hear the tempest on hill and dale-
Drink tea, Read a book, plot a trail,
Meditate on the Holy Grail

Today, the rain a surging tide,
The howling wind a blustery gale.

At First Trailer Light

At First Trailer Light

Ambient air arouses the valley.
A hint of nature's scent.
Chilled bones creak, and crawl

out of comforting warm covers,
moving like snails in the frigid
morning trailer air.

Passive, contemplative the mood,
no fear, anger or dread-
only admiration for the mountains.

Still, snow-covered, blowing
winter's breath, expelling energy
to jumpstart human engines.

Dreaming

Dreaming

What was I dreaming of last night?
All those floating faces in the stream,
grinning over the houses and trees,
or flying from star to star like that,
forever round and round in circles,
headless faces intoxicated, laughing.

Everything I dreamt was strange.
I peed behind the billboard over the freeway,
then I was surrounded by 100 cop cars
spotlighting me beneath "Hollywood"-
the famous hillside sign.
Wondering about cheerleaders shouting
my name, cheering gimme a "P".

Familiar faces, visages of the dead
hovering on the fringe of Freudian
hypothesis. Waiting for epiphany,
a startling awakening, Sleep breaks,
memory dissolves. Awake, unsolved
the mystery of the netherworld.
I start the morning coffee.

Winter in the Bitterroots

Winter in the Bitterroots

Stop; the large antlered elk
Bugling from the mountain's peak; listen.

Up there: the herd bull, high
And trumpeting, sounding the entire herd.

Down there: its mate replying, squealing
Shrill and urgent, echoing their need.

The frigid foothills inhale
Their music, soft, easy, and now both

Bugle at once, symphonious

Fall arrives and disappears.
Eerie silence covers frozen tundra,

Thick snow blankets the ground,
Solid ice hardens the rivers,

ice in the blue heron's nesting
Ground, asleep for the winter.

Life suspended in the dark woods.
Today the steepled silence peals

Like church bells calling the faithful,
Loud and clear, deep in sleep

Now the large herd covers
The hill, the alpha bull's bugling sounds

Strength and resonance, they follow
An icy trail, pair up mates

And loping in long strides, make
A getaway, separate and apart, to measure

The snow blind junction they must cross
Over silent white meadows,

The silent black hills, where they gauge
Tomorrow's chances, gauge

Each moment, separate and alone.

G Spot

The elusive erogenous zone said to exist in some women may be a myth, say researchers who have hunted for it...BBC News

G Spot

Researchers hunted for the thing
most evenings
among the stars
beneath the cars
elusive erogenous zone
hiding alone
a secret spot
a hooded dot
in a burrow incognito
love's torpedo
lost in space
without a trace

Two Thousand and X Or?

Two Thousand and X Or?

A new year is here again,
What should I say?
Two thousand and ten?
A new year is here again,
Or twenty ten.?
It's a brand new day.
A new year is here again,
What should I say?