waiting out the bad weather

Until we have a president of the United States we will have to carry on with wariness and vigilance while the occupant of the White House completes his agenda of petty vulgarity and militant retribution toward anyone not extending fealty.

What time is it?

What time is it now?

And now?

maine afternoon

Fog erases mountain top

As dignity of presidency

Also disappears

out on bail

Everyone is innocent.

Some are not guilty.

Prison is not the answer.

remaining

Twenty one years ago this day we opened Meetingbrook bookshop & bakery at the harbor.

Eight years ago, after thirteen years, we lost our lease and came home to the hermitage.

It was a good time.

Remaining a good recollection.

waving branches summer trees

So many people

Do so many things

With their lives

I read obituaries 

They recommend second opinions

Build b&bs in east boothbay Maine

Become doctors, write poetry

Visit monasteries

Or lose a child to schizophrenia

They are good people

They sit in choir stalls during  mass

And want to be alone

They know people

Bring towels

Truck sand in to front of lodge

Shop with grandkids

Get cancer

And die.

It is a good life that understands

Nothing is outside

And the waving branches of

Summer trees in sunlight

Is all we need to say

This, this, is enough

i think within

Yes

Our culture

Is degenerating

Where find sanity --

In thought God

Below and beyond

Everything

Feels the dismay

Sees the impossibility

And sits in

Silence

Watching

Listening

To What is

I think

Within

Everything

if being is, is non-being not

The young

woman is

afraid

Of

Being

Alone

if God spoke, would anyone listen

Are you afraid

of presence

Real presence

I am

It is so

Intimate

Wanting nothing

Other

Than

Itself

With

No-other (an-other)

Like 

Mourning doves

At 4am

Once

Just once

In perfect

Five note

Harmony

warning shot

Chaos in White House.

And ordinary citizens can't be sure if the occupant is playing with them or is merely unbalanced.

It is hard to turn one's back on such spectacle.

are we not

Of course, 

mind 

realizes no

barriers 

But we 

are out

of our mind

are we

not

postulate

Let’s say that just to wake up is something for which to be grateful.

I woke up this morning.

For which

I am

grateful.