1.
I think of Inso in Pacific Grove
Brush in hand, ink on brush
Plunging through the cloud of unknowing
The cloud of fear
Through infinite space
Toward the empty page
For all the endless eyeblink of eternity
“Happy to have saved us all”
2.
Last night
On our way to dinner
The full moon rose huge over the hills
Had the grid gone down
And power failed
We could have driven by that brightness
What does it matter
The moon has no light of its own?
3.
In 6 minutes I will wake Kathy
(I must write fast now)
In my fancy
I see her stretch and yawn
Her mouth grow big and round
After, I’ll kiss her and think
“I may not be enlightened
“But I’m kissing an enso!”
(for Beth Sibley)
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