Author Archives: Puff Of Smoke Poems

sleepy with the spring
quiet plants, quiet people
breathing in and out

from above, this world
looks gray–but our roots deepen
long before we bloom

twenty minutes later
it’s daytime sky, washed blue
not deep violet
not indigo hush
not what was here, before

the sky is on the list now,
added to this daily tally
of ordinary things
we
once
were used to
but now
are going,
gone

on the road, weather

drapes disguises over trees

tricks our hurried eyes

drive east with the storm

passing miles of white birches

look back on striped rows

and the costumes fade

into rows of dark brown trunks 

snow-spackled maples

dinner with you, old friend

astounding we still have so much 

to say to each other–

and so much still to learn–

tonight we wander through our shared childhood,

the neighborhood of memory we built.

We keep stopping each other here,

side by side on my couch

Really? we say

That’s how it seemed to you?

we lean closer, fascinated

comparing the different pasts we’ve constructed

as if putting together two jigsaw puzzles

from the same shapes

There’s a list of things 

about this winter,

all that cracked open

this frozen shell 

Here, for example–

the cows on my morning commute.

sweet-faced and calm

no longer looking like dinner

Then there’s the news every day,

full of creatures less lucky than cows

When I can’t take in any more bad news

I listen to lectures on astrophysics.

A smart man talks with enthusiasm

about the nature of time and space

I drive through the comfort of

tiny particle physics

and let all the words I don’t understand

drift on a wave out the car window 

towards the cow barn.

Let ‘s see what they make of it

in the apple tree
one bird sings a two-note song
to the winter air

buried beneath magazines and mail
book I meant to read
lost for days
poems about kindness
and attention

I come back to the Berkshires
seeking transformation
While I wait for it to find me
(impatient, as always)
the mountains remembered they were there
dark gray against a lighter gray sky
Next pink unfurls through long cotton clouds
Look.
The sky is not going to shout the message.
Sky’s not much for words, believing in the power
of show, don’t tell
Sky pales to daylight,
ready to illuminate this world again today
and again, tomorrow
Transformation is ordinary
It happens every day
You do not need to go searching for it in the mountains
Just remember to look up on a regular basis

as I switch on lamps
in dark rooms
Sun streaks the eastern sky
with wide pink ribbons
the world and I
begin
wrapping in bright color
the gifts
we can give

Above me,
black bird
crow or raven
some everyday bird
the kind with
a startling loud call
if he wanted to
which he didn’t want today
Instead, soft craaawh
A purr in the air