lovely painting by Justin Taylor...



Live into a day’s


its fullness

is the world.


The lake

blinks at the sky

holding the sun’s yolk

in her center.


She our earth yields

an owl’s call

against absence, allows


on a grave.


By day the moon

refills itself with light

Be like that,

enough for yourself.


Substance, will:

Speak not of morning


But set a blue bowl

Of wet apples

On the plain brown table

of your heart.