WOVEN WATER

“Woven Water” (mixed media on paper) - Barbara Hocker

More than once we hear him address the sea;
the rage for order, as Stevens says, is blessed,
and even our dreams, as they wind across the width

SURVIVAL

Autumn bees
heavy on goldenrod
must know what we know
as they work that

TATTOOS

Unlike the other men in the family, my father
has no chains or skunks with attitude,
or his last name over crossed Italian flags,

SLEEPWALKING

a concert of waxwings
where the offering of daybreak
whitens the road

CARDINALS

I had seen them in the tree,
and heard they mate for life,
so I hung a bird feeder
and waited.