When sadness sat at my table last night I saw that he was beautiful just like my friend told me he was the friend who called

You open the day, and look!— an assemblage of what you’ve always wanted has been given--sunlit hours

... they won’t ask to be taken to the summit conference or talk about trade. / They will have come for the trees.

Have you noticed how, when we finally let go, all we’ve ever wanted comes? By which I mean love—

Venus on the Half Shell, the sugar spoon rises from a sea of blinding light...

It’s the mystery’s favorite trick: weaving the intricate rope of your life, then lifting it for you to climb and somewhere near the top...

Elephant, a recent poem written with my students at the College of Marin, The Poetic Pilgrimage Summer Intensive