‘‘ Until We All Fade Seamlessly Into the Sky ’’

solo show with Meyer Gallery, Park City

See now
How this branch twists and turns
And never seems to end?

I used to think that we were climbing up, 
but when our branches converged I realized 
that we are climbing down. 
That the farther we go together, 
the deeper and stronger the branches, 
the sweeter the smell of dirt
Far from the effervescent
ever-changing leaves
And softening fruit.

Closer to richness
To nourishment,
To source.

The way you sway
Subconsciously

And the pop of a dandelion and 
the buzz of the air

And the crisp blue sky 
reflected in your eyes

And the strands of hair that fly 
Far from the rest to catch 
the summer sun

And the melody that you sing
By living each day

And other things 
that rhyme with 
Harmony 

O, Circadian child,
Keeper of our time,
Your mother & I

Know the sunrise by your foot fall
Ringing towards us
across the house

Your warmth
Your energy
Is our high noon sun

At times
It stretches long 
And at times
We can not believe how quickly it passes

’Til your eyes close 
beneath the moon
And we sleep another night

Most of the time
I can see no stairway to the sky
So what does this 

Sometimes deepness,
Sometimes emptiness,
Sometimes desperation,
Sometimes ambivalence,
Sometimes peace,
Sometimes insanity
Within me

Expect of me?

Can I conduct some kind of skyward pilgrimage 
From the mere confines of my heart?

The sun rises and falls 
with the most thrilling colors 
and we follow the pattern 
getting out of bed and falling back into 
each other at the end of each day.


Rising and falling,
the purl of your knitting, 
the warp and weft of your weaving, 
the stitch of your needle.


With each passing day 
I bind myself to you. 
Here and there a dropped stitch, of course 
And sections left undone 


but our two lives have come together 
into a tapestry, 
an heirloom quilt, 
a fair isle knit, 
all of the most thrilling colors.

Unhand me, dear Tomorrow,
And let me remove your weight
From off my back for
I cannot rest with your

Ten thousand bricks,
Your lake of murk
Your deepest crimsons
Swirling about my shoulders 

Let me lie here and find
Some ounce of a sun’s rays,
A moment of laughter,
To instill me with

The strength for another day
Of living with those I love

O let me mix into you
Our colors growing 
More and more similar
Closer and closer

Until they are the same.
Same hues.
Equal values.
Indistinguishable saturation.

Let us live life as one
Until we fade
Seamlessly
Into the sky.

I read somewhere 

that a lake holds about 62,520 cubic 
feet of water. With a little math, I figure that
if I were to move 100 cubic feet a day, I could
dig us a lake in about one and three quarter
years. And I would, you know, just 
so we could continue to float together 
through this life, on our lake’s rich, bright 

surface. 

Isn’t this how
They created the
World?

By giving deeply of themselves
To those who have 
No way

Of nourishing, enriching, supplying,
Providing, sustaining, defending
Or feeding themselves?

Isn’t this how 
They created the
Universe?

Isn’t this how 
They themselves
Were created?

At first it is nothing,
And as with most things, 
it is just dark. 

Then you point 
to a small prick in the west 
And tell me it is some planet 
As it sparks to life. 

And then the shape 
of a lion, but 
I can’t remember 
where. 

And then you point out 
a Greek hunter whose hip 
points to the 
north. 

Then there is a crab 
and a bear and 
one animal after another
with various spoons 
and a scale and
other shapes mixed in. 

And it does not stop, 
only getting brighter with 
each new star. 

Until it is nothing 
but one smooth, 
bright-white 
Night sky. 

To this day I can’t remember 
if it was actually the night sky 
or just the way light began to pour itself 
into me upon meeting you

Even though you have my lips,
I pray that you have her taste, 
her breath for life,
her words.

You have her eyes
You have her hair
You have her stretching fingers
You are both pure light

When I saw that picture of her 
at three and a half on halloween, 
I could only see YOU with that
pointed black hat.

I can only hope
that you have her soul,
have her kindness, 
that you have her heart.

Green like Sunshine

(That is to say
it rises and falls,
Comes and goes,
Lives and dies.

Springtime is its morning,
Summer is its youth.
It will not live through fall.
When the winter winds call, 
It sleeps).