11.21.14

11.21.14 now i lay me, now i lay me down. listen to the sound the body makes  when ice takes the November sky  and makes of it a blanket. body of a hill, body of knowledge, body's way of knowing what lies under. not lost to you, but hidden for a time. and by time i mean, how quiet you keep to keep the heart from breaking. kf | Route 302, Bethlehem, NH

now i lay me, now i lay me down.
listen to the sound the body makes
when ice takes the November sky
and makes of it a blanket.
body of a hill, body of knowledge,
body’s way of knowing what lies under.
not lost to you, but hidden for a time.
and by time i mean, how quiet you keep
to keep the heart from breaking.

kf | Route 302, Bethlehem, NH

11.21.14 next time around make me a cloud of substance ever so slight such that all that I offer of tumult or delight can pass over in a moment, gone, blown away  in the release of the last breath of light.

next time around
make me a cloud
of substance ever so slight
such that all that I offer
of tumult or delight
can pass over in a moment,
gone, blown away
in the release
of the last breath of light.

kc | parking lot, Amherst, MA

11.20.14

11.20.14 i want to learn to face the light  that i might come to know  how to hold the shadow. not just with stately edifice  but with my messy, tender  breakable, human-sized heart.

i want to learn to face the light
that i might come to know
how to hold the shadow.
not just with stately edifice
but with my messy, tender
breakable, human-sized heart.

kf | Mill Street, Littleton, NH

what of light do you find so halting; why traffic in reason and rhyme; what if we all stopped stopping, in the face of so much shine.

what of light do you find so halting;
why traffic in reason and rhyme;
what if we all stopped stopping,
in the face of so much shine.

kc | Elm Street, Northampton, MA

11.19.14

rocket, arrow, slingshot. everything wants to get up on the roof. poem, when you get there can you tell me what you see? but maybe sing it. like you mean it. i mean, why else have a vantage point?

rocket, arrow, slingshot.
everything wants to get up on the roof.
poem, when you get there
can you tell me what you see?
but maybe sing it. like you mean it.
i mean, why else have a vantage point?

kf | parking lot, Bethlehem, NH

i tell you now in this early hour as the sun burns its way to setting that soon i will set myself beneath the wintery way singed by those seven sisters themselves seven suns burning me closer (might they, some hour some day) into new constellation with the myths of self i tell you now

i tell you now
in this early hour
as the sun burns its way to setting
that soon
i will set myself
beneath the wintery way
singed by those seven sisters
themselves seven suns
burning me closer (might they, some hour some day)
into new constellation
with the myths of self
i tell you now

kc | parking lot, Amherst, MA

11.18.14

you that drag your way through grey to come to blue's sweet sudden lift, and bring with you the frailty: your voice, a drift of cloud, reminds us we are dreaming. sing, oh floating heart. sing open open open open

you that drag your way through grey
to come to blue’s sweet sudden lift,
and bring with you the frailty:
your voice, a drift of cloud,
reminds us we are dreaming.
sing, oh floating heart.
sing open open open open

kf | Cottage Street, Littleton, NH

 I want to tell you how long we will stand here. and I am.


I want to tell you
how long we will stand here.
and I am.

kc | North Branch Road, Hadley, MA

11.17.14

what is held, then let go of what is held in an eye how a droplet holds the all of it how i want to say, 'stay' what is held, then let go of what is holy, what is held how i take it to my fingertip how i take it to my tongue

what is held, then let go of
what is held in an eye
how a droplet holds the all of it
how i want to say, ‘stay’
what is held, then let go of
what is holy, what is held
how i take it to my fingertip
how i take it to my tongue

kf | backyard, Bethlehem, NH

on this day when even the land loosens itself, each tree releasing not only its last leaf but the very armature of reaching mustn't I see through something clearer than this pane, turn up to turn myself over resolved to dissolve into any inversion, calling it all the sky

on this day
when even the land loosens itself,
each tree releasing
not only its last leaf
but the very armature of reaching
mustn’t I see through
something clearer than this pane,
turn up to turn myself over
resolved
to dissolve into any inversion,
calling it all the sky

kc | box office, Amherst, MA

11.16.14

what we cannot see, we can conjure and so call it closer to our eyes, our hands, our stacks of how we want the world to be.

what we cannot see,
we can conjure
and so call it closer
to our eyes, our hands,
our stacks of how
we want the world to be.

kf | entryway, Bethlehem, NH

how many words to make oneself worthy one: begin how long to read the writing on the wall two: again how three: now

how many words
to make oneself worthy
one: begin
how long to read
the writing on the wall
two: again
how
three: now

kc | bedroom, Northampton, MA

11.15.14

oh teacher, oh fence in the last hour of light, i can see through you, to the everything everywhere. your body, a body made for transparency, a lens, through which to see the halos of the ordinary world. a filter, not to keep out, but climb up.

oh teacher, oh fence
in the last hour of light,
i can see through you,
to the everything everywhere.
your body, a body made for transparency,
a lens, through which to see
the halos of the ordinary world.
a filter, not to keep out,
but climb up.

kf | parking lot, Bethlehem, NH

let there be some limb left, always, for the light to reach. let me notice it, name it when such a touch comes. in a breath, let me melt with welcome. let it feel, please, like peace.

let there be some limb left,
always, for the light to reach.
let me notice it, name it
when such a touch comes.
in a breath, let me melt with welcome.
let it feel, please,
like peace.

kc | backyard, Northampton, MA

11.14.14

lightly land, land lightly here let me carry, be carried like a cloud is carried, like a cloud carries thoughts, gives gifts upon gifts, consistent and crystalline, an arrangement with blue, an agreement, a situation, an agreement to land, an invitation, a way to stand in what's given. what lands, what falls, what lands on a body, what is falling, what lands, all the falling bodies, all the bodies falling. all the hands. all the catching.

lightly land, land lightly here
let me carry, be carried
like a cloud is carried, like a cloud
carries thoughts, gives gifts
upon gifts, consistent and crystalline,
an arrangement with blue, an agreement,
a situation, an agreement to land,
an invitation, a way to stand
in what’s given.
what lands, what falls, what lands
on a body, what is falling, what lands,
all the falling bodies, all the bodies falling.
all the hands.
all the catching.

kf | backyard, Bethlehem, NH

the scientists tell us now how a 'bounce' can last for hours. what can we say, then, we know of time, of distance? the same, i suppose, as always: that we can measure in increments of longing the life between liftoff and landing

the scientists tell us now
how a ‘bounce’ can last for hours.
what can we say, then,
we know of time, of distance?
the same, i suppose, as always:
that we can measure
in increments of longing
the life between liftoff and landing

kc | Mill Valley Road, Hadley, MA

11.13.14

morning moon, tiny moon, moon up in the attic. remind me why things get smaller the farther they move away from a place. and if not that, then leave me a trace, a hint, a way i might keep track of you: not chart, or map, but tether tied to eyes, home as here, face beyond erasing.

morning moon, tiny moon,
moon up in the attic.
remind me why things get smaller
the farther they move away from a place.
and if not that, then leave me a trace,
a hint, a way i might keep track of you:
not chart, or map, but tether
tied to eyes, home as here,
face beyond erasing.

kf | backyard, Bethlehem, NH

quiet the shine muffle each ray only to find it makes all the more visible how intricate our being can be

quiet the shine
muffle each ray
only to find
it makes all the more visible
how intricate our being can be

kc | backyard, Northampton, MA

11.12.14

when, right in the middle of everything that scares you, the ordinary world bursts into song, what can you do but make a little bowl for it. raise it up with your good arms to catch what you can of that melody of mercy.

when, right in the middle
of everything that scares you,
the ordinary world bursts into song,
what can you do
but make a little bowl for it.
raise it up with your good arms
to catch what you can
of that melody of mercy.

kf | Route 302, Bethlehem, NH

what kind of preparation is this-- this hunkering retreating re-insulation, this wrapping of wool around head chest throat-- if it does not also ready us for the evening song of the ever-hopeful tree frog willing to sing into the slightest promise of some other season

what kind of preparation is this–
this hunkering retreating re-insulation,
this wrapping of wool around
head chest throat–
if it does not also ready us
for the evening song
of the ever-hopeful tree frog
willing to sing
into the slightest promise
of some other season

kc | parking lot, Amherst, MA

11.11.14

a fence is a sentence, makes a path through and over a field, tells a story about grass: blades, like sundials. the color yellow. is having language the same as the urge to run? not away from, but straight at. not straight, but alongside whatever you can glean from the faraway clear.

a fence is a sentence,
makes a path through and over
a field, tells a story about grass:
blades, like sundials. the color yellow.
is having language the same
as the urge to run?
not away from, but straight at.
not straight, but alongside
whatever you can glean
from the faraway clear.

kf | Prospect Street, Bethlehem, NH

we bewilder our way beneath all the unknown and misunder- stood; yet, every day are offered the answer in the wonder of the question that beauty is

we bewilder our way
beneath all the unknown and misunder-
stood; yet, every day are offered
the answer
in the wonder
of the question that beauty is

kc | parking lot, Amherst, MA

11.10.14

tree, can you teach me to unclench, unfurl and otherwise let go the grip. i have hands, arms, and my fingers know something of the mechanics of reaching. but yours just get smaller, the higher they go, until they disappear, blend with the air, become less like branch more like breathing.

tree, can you teach me
to unclench, unfurl and
otherwise let go the grip.
i have hands, arms,
and my fingers know something
of the mechanics of reaching.
but yours just get smaller,
the higher they go, until they
disappear, blend with the air,
become less like branch
more like breathing.

kf | backyard, Bethlehem, NH

which gets to choose this -breeze, leaf, bough?- as the moment -now- of letting go

which gets to choose this
-breeze, leaf, bough?- as the moment
-now- of letting go

kc | Groff Park, Amherst, MA

11.9.14

sky, i look up to you and see all of us who have ever looked, who have ever hovered with the patience of a grey and certain rain.

sky, i look up to you
and see all of us
who have ever looked,
who have ever hovered
with the patience
of a grey and certain rain.

kf | Prospect Street, Bethlehem, NH

today, i woke to a world filled with stories telling universes and lives wanted back; of the release from hopefulness; walls pummeled down by hands wanting nothing but to let go. no, not just stories, but these very things nestled between the toaster oven and my shoes where i left them. and this sky which is in no way infinite but tells the story of the way we gather around us what is.

today, i woke
to a world filled with stories
telling universes and lives wanted
back; of the release
from hopefulness; walls pummeled
down by hands wanting
nothing
but to let go.
no,
not just stories,
but these very things
nestled between the toaster oven
and my shoes where i left them.
and this sky
which is in no way infinite
but tells the story of the way
we gather around us what is.

kc | Route 47, South Hadley, MA

11.8.14

poem, when you told me to look for the brightening i thought you said 'brimming.' now i know 'open' is another word for the part of you that blinks, to be in the presence of what makes you say yes.

poem, when you told me
to look for the brightening
i thought you said ‘brimming.’
now i know ‘open’
is another word
for the part of you that blinks,
to be in the presence
of what makes you say yes.

kf | Main Street, Bethlehem, NH

despite all these years of nights I have never surrendered the all of one to the moon, watching its entire journey across the sky. have you? or you? seems that it might be the only honorable thing to do.

despite all these years of nights
I have never surrendered the all of one
to the moon,
watching its entire journey
across the sky.
have you?
or you?
seems that it might be
the only honorable thing to do.

kc | Route 116 South, South Hadley, MA

11.7.14

cloud full of snow is to sky as the way we lean in is to the way we move though November. stay near(er) than near is to nestle, as you, my dear, are to here.

cloud full of snow is to sky
as the way we lean in is
to the way we move
though November.
stay near(er) than near
is to nestle,
as you, my dear,
are to here.

kf | parking lot, Bethlehem, NH

yes, the sun with its dusky display yes, the blustering ever-promising horizon but yes, it is these others hovering subtle knowing how to hold themselves just so far from the dark, that keep me company that keep me standing in the frigid field that make the sky ever more the sky.

yes, the sun with its dusky display
yes, the blustering ever-promising horizon
but yes, it is these others
hovering subtle
knowing how to hold themselves
just so far from the dark,
that keep me company
that keep me standing
in the frigid field
that make the sky
ever more the sky.

kc | Mill Valley Road, Hadley, MA

11.6.14

darkness came and took away the distractions. left me blinking at the ellipses of all i cannot see, but hope to someday understand...

darkness came
and took away
the distractions.
left me blinking
at the ellipses
of all i cannot see,
but hope to someday
understand…

kf | Main Street, Bethlehem, NH

we forget when we made each crease how we aligned this edge to that but then, in a moment, we turn it over open it up to find we've folded our own intricate origami of a life

we forget when we made each crease
how we aligned this edge to that
but then, in a moment,
we turn it over
open it up
to find we’ve folded
our own intricate origami
of a life

kc | driveway, Northampton, MA

11.5.14

oh moment, oh moon. oh sound that i make when i see you again. let the dark take my consonants. it's only the vowels that i ever need with you.

oh moment, oh moon.
oh sound that i make when i see you again.
let the dark take my consonants.
it’s only the vowels
that i ever need with you.

kf | backyard, Bethlehem, NH

just when you think there are no more lessons to be learned from lingering, no more answers possibly offered to your attending, you look up from the same parking lot to see that even the moon, as reflective as it is, can only be so full.

just when you think
there are no more lessons to be learned
from lingering,
no more answers possibly offered
to your attending,
you look up from the same parking lot
to see
that even the moon,
as reflective as it is,
can only be so full.

kc | parking lot, Amherst, MA

11.4.14

every day i hold a letter in my mouth then wonder where my night songs land. when i call out for a word, i have a gesture for that, i take my hand like a beak and peck the air. syllables, alphabets, acrobats above me. a thousand blue voices, singing low on the line, same as you are. same as anywhere.

every day i hold a letter in my mouth
then wonder where my night songs land.
when i call out for a word,
i have a gesture for that, i take my hand
like a beak and peck the air.
syllables, alphabets, acrobats above me.
a thousand blue voices,
singing low on the line,
same as you are. same as anywhere.

kf | Park Avenue, Bethlehem, NH

I tell you again it is light that defines us that thinnest line at our outmost edge tracing remind that we are altogether distinct from what overwhelms us

I tell you again
it is light that defines us
that thinnest line
at our outmost edge
tracing remind
that we are altogether distinct
from what overwhelms us

kc | Mill Valley Road, Hadley, MA

11.3.14

today in the sky: 'believe-again blue.' on the branches, the light rewired your blindness, while the moon waited patiently for its turn in your eyes.

today in the sky:
‘believe-again blue.’
on the branches, the light
rewired your blindness,
while the moon waited patiently
for its turn in your eyes.

kf | parking lot, Bethlehem, NH

at this distance, this same distance the sky and eye seem to hold, might we be -desert, tundra, harvest field- anywhere greater than an arm's length; the sky alight -angel, signal, divine sign- with anything needed. and I? what might such distance allow me to be?

at this distance,
this same distance
the sky and eye seem to hold,
might we be
-desert, tundra, harvest field-
anywhere greater
than an arm’s length;
the sky alight
-angel, signal, divine sign-
with anything needed.
and I?
what might such distance
allow me to be?

kc | Mill Valley Road, Hadley, MA

11.2.14

to save the daylight, you only need to listen. when the river winds its shining form around the bend, before disappearing into the dark, you realize: it's not the light you are trying to save but your own ineffable self.

to save the daylight,
you only need to listen.
when the river winds
its shining form
around the bend,
before disappearing
into the dark,
you realize:
it’s not the light
you are trying to save
but your own
ineffable
self.

kf | Route 302, Lisbon, NH

it will shake you from your senses stop your very breath, inhale or ex. it will demand you stand for days in all of your worthiness. it will make you believe. it will make you believe and then insist that you can be healed that it can heal you (because it can) it will.

it will
shake you from your senses
stop your very breath, inhale or ex.
it will demand you stand for days
in all of your worthiness.
it will make you believe.
it will make you believe
and then insist that you can be healed
that it can heal you
(because it can)
it will.

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