12.31.14

poem, can you show me  how to love the broken road i'm on, how to gaze upon what hovers  in a brilliant bank of cloud, and not shrink from what shines. bring me to a fallow field  of milky wish and bramble, lean into the letting go the going forth from here.

poem, can you show me
how to love the broken road i’m on,
how to gaze upon what hovers
in a brilliant bank of cloud,
and not shrink from what shines.
bring me to a fallow field
of milky wish and bramble,
lean into the letting go
the going forth from here.

kf | Training Field Road, Sugar Hill, NH

to fare well along each way found. to answer every call sounded. somewhere, there are bells ringing. hear? they are ringing for you. to stand close to every each other to believe me standing there, too.

to fare well
along each way found.
to answer every call sounded.
somewhere, there are bells ringing.
hear? they are ringing for you.
to stand close to every each other
to believe me standing there, too.

kc | Training Field Road, Sugar Hill, NH

12.30.14

cue the lone figure. cue loneliness  wrapped in its weathered shake. make space at the table for the season that breaks you, for the year you spent looking  at faraway things.

cue the lone figure.
cue loneliness
wrapped in its weathered shake.
make space at the table
for the season that breaks you,
for the year you spent looking
at faraway things.

kf | Rocks Estate, Bethlehem, NH

make me humble  as only the sky  can reveal the mountain  to be

make me humble
as only the sky
can reveal the mountain
to be

kc | Interstate 93 South, NH

12.29.14

hello! hello! cries the unfolding event, this moment's matter at hand. no blinking, or thinking  there is anywhere else. you there, humming driving along. rounding the bend of your beautiful life.

hello! hello!
cries the unfolding event,
this moment’s matter at hand.
no blinking, or thinking
there is anywhere else.
you there, humming
driving along.
rounding the bend
of your beautiful life.

kf | Route 302, Lisbon, NHn

in the days before they were called days it was here; luring our legless, loveless ancestors blinking from the brine, stretching each to stand then sing, beholden to roll stones into temples,  temples into poems that we might, for a moment, hold the sun on our tongue and so know: it is not always like this but it always is. know: the sky was not made to shine for us but we to shine for it.

in the days
before they were called days
it was here;
luring our legless, loveless ancestors
blinking from the brine,
stretching each to stand
then sing, beholden
to roll stones into temples,
temples into poems
that we might, for a moment,
hold the sun on our tongue
and so know:
it is not always like this
but it always is.
know:
the sky was not made to shine for us
but we to shine for it.

kc | backyard, Northampton, MA

12.28.14

tree, i know your branches, i've memorized your silhouette. know the way you hold the sky by heart. have heard you murmuring secrets to the roof. 'don't mind me' is my way of saying: 'please tell me again. oh tell me, tell me, tell me again.'

tree, i know your branches,
i’ve memorized your silhouette.
know the way you hold the sky by heart.
have heard you murmuring
secrets to the roof.
‘don’t mind me’
is my way of saying:
‘please tell me again.
oh tell me, tell me, tell me again.’

kf | backyard, Bethlehem, NH

do they arrange themselves just so? do they sense their rhythm  of shadow space return against the sky? do they know we are down here reading a grammar in their gathering, teetering, day after day, along lines stretched in our attempts  at pecking out some meaning  in our own language of landing?

do they arrange themselves just so?
do they sense their rhythm
of shadow space return
against the sky?
do they know we are down here
reading a grammar in their gathering,
teetering, day after day, along lines
stretched in our attempts
at pecking out some meaning
in our own language of landing?

kc | King Street, Northampton, MA

12.27.14

i came here,  made a promise  to attend. made a practice  of being  small in a body  on a planet looking up. withstanding  any weather in order to witness, in order to wonder, in order to wake.

i came here,
made a promise
to attend.
made a practice
of being
small in a body
on a planet
looking up.
withstanding
any weather
in order to witness,
in order to wonder,
in order to wake.

kf | Main Street, Littleton, NH

remember Hawaii? remember Amie saying 'we are all tidal'? yes, and too, aren't we all alluvial; remnant and residue of rivers raging from on high coursing change through the very ground they lay, pulled by our own persistent tide which, in truth, is pulled by the distant but lingering moon, itself a body washed up on the shore of our gravity,  held there by the mysterious force of our mattering.

remember Hawaii?
remember Amie saying
‘we are all tidal’?
yes, and too,
aren’t we all alluvial;
remnant and residue
of rivers raging from on high
coursing change
through the very ground they lay,
pulled by our own persistent tide
which, in truth,
is pulled by the distant but lingering moon,
itself a body
washed up on the shore of our gravity,
held there by the mysterious force
of our mattering.

kc | Interstate 91 South, Northampton, MA

12.26.14

i want answers from the landscape, take my moody questions  to the edge, let them break me. let myself be a thing that is broken,  a frozen body of failure, of fissure. until i come to understand: what is broken in me  is precisely  where the light comes from.

i want answers from the landscape,
take my moody questions
to the edge, let them break me.
let myself be a thing that is broken,
a frozen body of failure, of fissure.
until i come to understand:
what is broken in me
is precisely
where the light comes from.

kf | Lake Christopher, Bryant Pond, ME

now you know it can throw you back. now you know how to lean into the blue. now to learn the hue of bright that might ballast you back to right again.

now you know
it can throw you back.
now you know
how to lean into the blue.
now to learn
the hue of bright
that might ballast you back
to right again.

kc | Elm Street, Northampton, MA

12.25.14

poems wait frozen  in the winter pond while blue breaks through  a habit of cloud like a bright answer. on this day (on any) would that i could give you this: a moment to know yourself as a body in the every body, as a body made of light.

poems wait frozen
in the winter pond
while blue breaks through
a habit of cloud
like a bright answer.
on this day (on any)
would that i could give you this:
a moment to know yourself
as a body in the every body,
as a body made of light.

kf | backyard, Bryant Pond, ME

true. there is no calm after the storm. but, there is this. did I ever say I was looking for calm? perhaps. and yes. yes, I'll take this.

true.
there is no calm
after the storm.
but, there is this.
did I ever say I was looking for calm?
perhaps. and yes.
yes,
I’ll take this.

kc | Stonington Point, Stonington, CT

12.24.14

towards and away  hold hands underwater. we are driving home  with a car full of minutes. with a road full of puddles  that hold the sky open, with a sky full of holding us  driving us home.

towards and away
hold hands underwater.
we are driving home
with a car full of minutes.
with a road full of puddles
that hold the sky open,
with a sky full of holding us
driving us home.

kf | Interstate 91 South, Bartlett, VT

leaning back I begin to see how each leaf offered by every reaching tree cascades towards this abundance of emptiness through which something --anything-- might fly free

leaning back
I begin to see
how each leaf offered
by every reaching tree
cascades towards this abundance
of emptiness
through which something
–anything–
might fly free

kc | Paffard Woods, Stonington, CT

12.23.14

is it true  what you look for  is looking for you?  and what name for this blue- this reciprocal physics  of longing for home?

is it true
what you look for
is looking for you?
and what name for this blue-
this reciprocal physics
of longing for home?

kf | backyard, Bethlehem, NH

quiet. ( heart, are you listening? )

quiet.
(
heart, are you listening?
)

kc | dining room, Stonington, CT

12.22.14

linger with me is all i ask anything. is all i want  from what wants to be known. ink takes the page like an idea, dawning. one by one, those fingers unfurl.

linger with me
is all i ask anything.
is all i want
from what wants to be known.
ink takes the page
like an idea, dawning.
one by one, those fingers
unfurl.

kf | backyard, Bethlehem, NH

any kind of equilibrium  was relinquished long ago. the grey swirls with anticipation. the light refracts a reminding glow: the only way to be carried on is to finally let go.

any kind of equilibrium
was relinquished long ago.
the grey swirls with anticipation.
the light refracts a reminding glow:
the only way to be carried on
is to finally let go.

kc | parking lot, Waterford, CT

12.21.14

branches, like an alphabet,  arrange themselves endlessly  across a blank page of sky, while the wind works its way through all possible utterance. how your eyes love a surprise, say to you on your winter-walk: 'see, we were made  for just this kind of happiness.'

branches, like an alphabet,
arrange themselves endlessly
across a blank page of sky,
while the wind works its way
through all possible utterance.
how your eyes love a surprise,
say to you on your winter-walk:
‘see, we were made
for just this kind of happiness.’

kf | Cross Street, Bethlehem, NH

O, if I could breathe in light I would that each whisper would flicker with the brightness some call hope, every call and wail surged forth by exhale would beckon like a beacon urging some kind of keeping on; or my holding of breath could be seen, the only reasonable means of staying safe  in the deep crevasse of night.

O, if I could breathe in light
I would
that each whisper would flicker
with the brightness some call hope,
every call and wail
surged forth by exhale
would beckon like a beacon
urging some kind of keeping
on; or
my holding
of breath could be seen,
the only reasonable means
of staying safe
in the deep crevasse of night.

location

12.20.14

hold open, hold up,  hold back the curtain. tree, can you hold  daylight's last minute, while i look for my courage to face the longest night.

hold open, hold up,
hold back the curtain.
tree, can you hold
daylight’s last minute,
while i look for my courage
to face the longest night.

kf | backyard, Bethlehem, NH

what is there to do in these longest of nights but craft constellations everywhere. call stars  all the travelers, make mythic the stalwart street lamp lighting each lonely way.

what is there to do
in these longest of nights
but craft constellations
everywhere.
call stars
all the travelers,
make mythic the stalwart street lamp
lighting each lonely way.

kc | St Mary’s Cemetery, Northampton, MA

12.19.14

blind-eye sky,  you are relentless. but so is my promise to love you with these lines.  parallel is another way to say: i see you see you see you see you.

blind-eye sky,
you are relentless.
but so is my promise
to love you with these lines.
parallel is another way to say:
i see you see you see you see you.

kf | Jodo Way, Bethlehem, NH

try. fail. try. fall. try again. fall back  from the darkened window into the dreamless night of sleep meanwhile the dawn is teaching  the other colors of steadfastness

try. fail. try. fall.
try again. fall back
from the darkened window
into the dreamless night of sleep
meanwhile
the dawn is teaching
the other colors
of steadfastness

kc | backyard, Northampton, MA

12.18.14

it's winter and i wonder  where they went:  the fledglings i made fugitive  by denying they were part of me.  oh castaway selves,  come home, come prodigal, there's room for you now.  the whole year, a house  we can walk around in,  decide where things go, say window, say welcome mat. come home fly home land here.

it’s winter and i wonder
where they went:
the fledglings i made fugitive
by denying they were part of me.
oh castaway selves,
come home, come prodigal,
there’s room for you now.
the whole year, a house
we can walk around in,
decide where things go,
say window, say welcome mat.
come home fly home land here.

kf | backyard, Bethlehem, NH

honor the open by walking into it, honor horizon by huddling there catch the day as it breaks into falling, whisper to it, 'now, now. here, here.'

honor the open
by walking into it,
honor horizon
by huddling there
catch the day
as it breaks into falling,
whisper to it, ‘now, now.
here, here.’

kc | St. Mary’s Cemetery, Northampton, MA

12.17.14

planet of hope,  planet of harm, moment inhabited  by blue recognition: from the window of 'here we are again here' i wonder: will the spinning be enough  to shake us,  wake us up?

planet of hope,
planet of harm,
moment inhabited
by blue recognition:
from the window of ‘here we are again here’
i wonder: will the spinning
be enough
to shake us,
wake us up?

kf | Jodo Way, Bethlehem, NH

as if as you have heard it (the rolling rumble the crashing spray) it is the ocean the oceans of that have been roiling above held (as seems demanded as if it is safest) back by our deadening practice of grey.

as if
as you have heard it
(the rolling rumble
the crashing spray)
it is the ocean
the oceans of
that have been roiling above
held
(as seems demanded
as if it is safest)
back by our deadening practice
of grey.

kc | golf course, Northampton, MA

12.16.14

here, where the days  are growing darker, we say:  give us this day, our daily grief. to lay it down we must look up. to understand means standing under but also, inside of, in the heart of, what is dark, what has not yet turned the corner into light.

here, where the days
are growing darker, we say:
give us this day, our daily grief.
to lay it down
we must look up.
to understand
means standing under
but also, inside of,
in the heart of, what is dark,
what has not yet turned the corner
into light.

kf | Jodo Way, Bethlehem, NH

for this moment I can believe  we have rescued the stars gathered them from the grey, plucked them from the tips  of tongues, from your eyes. hold them close, here near no, nearer hold them all us closer fractured and refracted and shining.

for this moment
I can believe
we have rescued the stars
gathered them from the grey,
plucked them from the tips
of tongues,
from your eyes.
hold them close, here
near
no, nearer
hold them all us
closer
fractured and refracted and shining.

kc | Main Street, Northampton, MA

12.15.14

by the time  you reach the roof you've forgotten  what got in your way. finger-light hieroglyphs  take the grey,  make it blue. take the night, give it back to you brighter.

by the time
you reach the roof
you’ve forgotten
what got in your way.
finger-light hieroglyphs
take the grey,
make it blue.
take the night,
give it back to you
brighter.

kf | Main Street, Franconia, NH

why wonder  if it is the rise or the fall why long for a summer gone why insist into the light of this horizon right now that the world holds you only as wrong

why wonder
if it is the rise or the fall
why long
for a summer gone
why insist into the light
of this horizon right
now
that the world holds you only
as wrong

kc | field, Hadley, MA

12.14.14

take heart, branches like glass. the cold is not a permanent condition, just how it is now. this moment makes a room for your loneliness, some walls to hold what only you  will ever hear: the quiet howl of your midnight grief as it rises,  then quiets.

take heart, branches like glass.
the cold is not a permanent condition,
just how it is now.
this moment makes a room
for your loneliness,
some walls to hold what only you
will ever hear: the quiet howl
of your midnight grief
as it rises,
then quiets.

kf | Jodo Way, Bethlehem, NH

see this  the way  the house holds itself  up to the sky itself held  by the house it is holding. and what would you see if you looked into it my eye what  if you looked into my eye

see this
the way
the house
holds itself
up to the sky
itself held
by the house
it is holding.
and what would you see
if you looked into it
my eye
what
if you looked into
my eye

kc | backyard, Northampton, MA

12.13.14

if any gift, then grant me this: that i might lose the monochrome  of all my grey assumptions. that i might come to find the more (and more and more) the feathered edge  of what it means to open.

if any gift, then grant me this:
that i might lose the monochrome
of all my grey assumptions.
that i might come to find the more
(and more and more)
the feathered edge
of what it means to open.

kf | backyard, Bethlehem, NH

if we cut our words from this blue might we then  name them holy could we then call them truth

if we cut our words
from this blue
might we then
name them holy
could we then
call them truth

kc | Center Street, Northampton, MA

12.12.14

the name for branches holding snow is 'all this promise.' and light can lift a weight of grey and a sudden shake of wind waits at the edge of quiet to sing, 'release, release.'

the name for branches holding snow
is ‘all this promise.’
and light can lift a weight of grey
and a sudden shake of wind
waits at the edge of quiet
to sing, ‘release, release.’

kf | Route 302, Bretton Woods, NH

the questions will change our wisdom may grow the answer is the same: we must let the light burn  through the heart -yes, the heart- of everything we know.

the questions will change
our wisdom may grow
the answer is the same:
we must let the light burn
through the heart
-yes, the heart-
of everything we know.

kc | Groff Park, Amherst, MA