Friday, February 27, 2015

Snake

.  

Light is a snake among fractals
as words slitter through a poem
As the cook wonders 
how to prepare
a meal with plenty of light
& surprise

Wanton


is the onion.
And rarely alone in its delicious mayhem.
Unruly, too, as should most cooks be.   Most poems.

Color



as dining companion.

Rice is and isn't
simple, not to be dismissed.

Here with avocado,
tomato, sauted shallots,
garlic, black olives, almond, lemon, pepper, cilantro.

And the poem is forming with each fork-
full.

When food is colorful,
one never eats alone.

Lily



Calla.
Hepburn.
A sense of snow.
One could lose oneself
in a drift of pollen
or in a recipe
or in a poem.
And all these
ways to find
yourself
well nurtured.


Jasmine


Nothing modest about.
Athough delicate to the eye, heady and sensual.
If it were a poem -- a sublime Spring haiku.
If food -- a light yet elegant sauce for fish flavored with hint of tarragon.
Decidedly, a high heel of vines.



Banister

reflected with the precision of paint.   Sometimes the fleeting appears solid.  You can touch the flowering succulent, but can you touch  the intersection of reflection & flower?  Can you say the poem that is only reflected in your mind as each of us recalls the first time we saw an egg yolk?

Are we off the railing yet?

Tuesday, February 24, 2015

Out



of season
the un-
expected
feels
riper




Swimming


OLIVES SWIMMING UPSTREAM

This evening the dish is made
and the poem is only
the title.  

Protea



Otherwordly
sirens to make us
insects
& yet protea
as practical
resilent as a salad
as the small poem
who feels no limits.

Cliff-



hanger.
limestone bluffs
& sand always a fine canvas
for calligraphic voices
of all sentient
beings.

compression.
how many words
contained in the feminine,
how many lines
greening?

how fragile
how firm


Guardian




of sun
of knapsack
of inspiration
the very act 
inspires
haiku


Conversation



over a meal.  
Or at least encroaching
on a conversation.  
Notice, if you will,
how waves are line breaks.  
Notice, for a second, 
that lunch over crab 
always welcomed
especially when 
the company 
exquisite.  

Pt Reyes
Thanks, Kim.