In Life

In Life

Minus times

minus

isn’t positive

as in math.

Disintegrate

multiplied

bombs even

faster.

Negatives

squared

barely live.

Products of ruins

can’t equal

plus—except as us. 

A Vision on Waking

A Vision on Waking

We stroll through clearings of firm glowing green,

     not lawn not quite wild.

Deer come out and circle us, with damp noses

     and quietly lifting feet.

They slip from dark bushes and some slip back in,

     never more than three or four around us.

The light rises from beneath us, shimmering sod

     floating an umbrella of dusk.

Slowly we move through the park-like spaces

as the deer move with us, bending long necks

     to browse green-gold buds.

detail; Hong Kong, Morning by Segbingway; original 122 cm x 71 cm; ink, paper, lightbox