This Moment

For this moment my sons sleep
sleeping as men do
driving down, greedily,
into their dreams.

For this moment
they have survived a day of life.
I know the oldest will have wrapped one leg with twisted sheets
and his …

When Weeping is Under Everything

When weeping is under everything
pasture grass is new, like healing skin:
the barn roof gives,
the weather vane turns and turns.
The obedience of the cornfield is
as touching as a sad child.
The cows are dream-struck,
A fine …