Selected Poems

Neverland

Perched on skis above the winter world
you have a snowy owl’s wide-angled view --
rocky ridge, lodge roof, the broken scaffolding
of an abandoned Utah copper mine -- and flight, 
for a moment, seems entirely possible. Just turn
down the steep runway, and magic jets
schuss through powder and ice crystals,
spraying the fairy dust of childhood
up into your eyes. Tinkerbell’s kiss
still lingers, wet and cold on your cheek
after all these years. She tells you 
to leave it all behind, your defunct life,
your mined out ambition, and leap with her
into the icy white stars, turning left at forever
to play chase with gravity.
Your edges carve the sweet curves
down that long, undulant slope, pulling you 
into her perfect body, invisible
but for the twinkling light of the voice
that calls you home.

(published in Oracle)