Tuesday, March 15, 2011

Where I'm going

We look to distant banks,
measure how far we'll get.
To bridges we give thanks
for feet which are not wet.
In this frame of mind
the past is often lost-
until we are defined
by the bridges we have crossed.

Saturday, March 5, 2011


When you shave a tiger
his stripes are on the skin.

How many layers can I strip
before your stripes give in?