Monday, June 23, 2014

Two Poems by Dah

In sheer fog
the Santa Lucia's wear a thin
silvery gauze
as if earth's body has transformed
only to guide me beneath
the morning’s moon
Spread across the meadow
a herd of dappled light
like sheep set out to graze
Lifted by this chilled wind
a tired yellow leaf rises and flutters
as if a leftover pulse
from autumn’s old vein
and I am enchanted by
the features of
mist and mountains
leaf and light
and the discourse of crows
above the stillness of sheep
silence / mindfulness
a faded April moon
Solo Flight
In this valley of earth
the wind
comes with the same gift
the same solitary wind
that carries
faith without speaking
with the same sightless purity
that sees everything
as it is
that causes the same quiver of branches
that have pulled their skins
out of the soil and rocks
The wind’s long horn blows
into this valley’s earthen jug 
and applies its wisdom
as thin as
this silver hair that holds the heat
to my bones
this wisdom that assembles and
stirs above me watching and
me standing
in this valley as cold as heaven
where there has always been
and even now a river’s
unsaid oath and lyrics
where birds drop feathers
where birds balance the wind
even in sleep
even when nothing moves
even when knowing that
each feather dropped
can fly
each one
gifted with the wind’s wisdom 
Dah’s poetry has appeared, most recently, in The Sandy River Review, Stone Voices Magazine, Diverse Voices Quarterly, Orion headless, Words & Images In Flight, and Miracle Magazine, and is forthcoming in Eunoia Review, Perfume River Review, River & South Review, and Literature Today. The author of two collections of poetry from Stillpoint Books, his third collection is due for publication in 2014, also from Stillpoint. Dah lives in Berkeley, California, where he is currently working on the manuscript for his fourth book.

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