When it arrives Will we be ready? Sustainable prosperity Is no longer a pipe dream Billowing towards ceilings Stained in haunting images, It resides in waste piles And the unfettered minds Of brilliant young scientists Modernizing environmentalism. Who is to say What we do next?
Kirk Gothier
Fall Light
The light is bending With the last rush of Warm summer winds Brushing up riverbed, Rippling gentle current, Lifting gorged shorebirds Braced for winter. Leaves rustle nervously Knowing their time has come, In a co-evolutionary signaling That dwarfs the printed word. On a rare coastal day Without a cloud in the sky Change becomes us.
Weinberg, Fermi and Other Paradoxes
The distance from k = .87 to k > 1 Struck them as “a God-given barrier,” Until they reached criticality And everything changed. Where are they? I am bobbing again In gentle summer waves, Teasing frustrated surfers Pacing Hanalei Bay. I am home. Looking up at Ever-present clouds And endless falls Painting jungle Who cares?
Hopland
Her smiling face Framed by wisteria, Promises made That now surface, As my life slows And hers quickens. 30 minutes, 6 bottles of wine, Hugs and smiles Wedged between Clients and drives North and South. I try to hold it under 70 As I head towards home.
My Crazy Auntie
Is preparing a meal, Whipping up stuff That no one wants. Flour is flying, Grease is spilling And we all avoid her. Memories aren’t always Warrants of affection Or kind testimonials, Sometimes they just Break our hearts And settle nothing. I hear her voice And see her face Behind the mirror That hides the Tums.
Living History
He still fills a room: Smiles and laughter, Hugs and kisses, Holding hands. A flight jacket And singular dare Near a crescent bay Started his journey With six Presidents, And countless hours Of public service Building a nation. We drive slowly Back to his room And read a speech He wrote years ago. History does […]
