I touch my books.
Sometimes I hug them
and take them in my bed.
I never read them
for I’ve read them already,
I may even have written them
for there is only one story
and we are all writing it.
Or maybe like a poem,
it just happens.
from Beyond Rhyme & Reason (2002)
Meetings in Unknown Places
There are places deep within my soul
that I have never seen,
till two lands of Never meet
and I am in between.
How can I find the one I am,
whom I have never met,
I’ve found her before yet she remains unknown
for when her mysteries have grown
she leaves me again,
But I don’t mind
for everything known has used up its time
and should be allowed to die.
The Moving Sidewalk
The young boy was an old man one day.
He had fallen asleep on a moving sidewalk
with his feet racing toward the end of the conveyor
like the red shift of disappearing stars.
His blond hair had thinned to white,
his smooth skin had wizened
but he had not, despite his best guess,
for he would find today
one sweet milk chocolate-covered treat
in the pocket of an old tweed jacket
still hanging in his father’s mind.
from Presents of Mind (2008)
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