Dragonfly Muse Blues

The good knight returns
while dragonfly a-muses
herself in absence.

Fellow Traveler

I have watched you
romp
with flaming fury
for long enough to ponder
how the knight leaves
the chessboard well
and gently turns
to the dragonfly
at dawn.

(... and in that gilded backlight,
new life begins.)

Through Still Life Shadows

There’s nothing here
so I move on
to something else
outside my grasp

where nothing matters
through closed expectations
and sedimentations
already there.

Strange body I live
mediating reflections
of still life shadows
in the open field of perception.

Nothing Matters

I have not,
or so I thought,
as it slipped through my fingers
onto the field.