Blue horses: poems

After reading Lucretius, I go to the pond --

What I can do --

Rumi --

First yoga lesson --

I don't want to be demure or respectable --

Stebbin's gulch --

No matter what --

Angels --

What we want --

If I wanted a boat --

Good morning --

The wasp --

Blueberries --

Little lord love --

Little crazy love song --

I woke --

The mangroves --

The hummingbirds --

Such silence --

Watering the stones --

Franz Marc's blue horses --

The vulture's wings --

On meditating, sort of --

To be human is to sing your own song --

Loneliness --

Drifting --

Forgive me --

I'm feeling fabulous, possibly too much so but I love it --

On not mowing the lawn --

The fourth sign of the Zodiac --

To Shiva --

Owl poem --

A little ado about this and that --

Do stones feel? --

I'm not the river --

The oak tree loves patience --

The country of the trees --

What gorgeous thing.