resolution for 2014

First Thing, poem

after tea, after

qigong at window with bird cluster

at feeder, I go to my room.

I switch on the light

move to sit before screen, in this space

of books and pictures

trinkets, small altars,

my mother's life size sculpture of her Labrador, Doc.

All be distractions, a chaos

imploring the swirling consciousness about me,

about the hollow frosted ground,

encapsulating sky

poem.

12/26/13

mh