And the palm a broad basin where ancient rivers have carved

crossings, water routes, passage for journeys, passage back home

​                                                      from Latitude and Longitude

Collages with lines from my poems

Oh Grief! Your roots and tendrils have woven this woman

into herself, a seed long ago broken open

Earth now, not green, her body

becoming a boulder, slow erosion

​              from Abandoned Boat, He Said, Swamped in Moonlight


Other collages


COLLAGES


​From the series Matisse and I

​Inside the prayer, only the prayer

In her breath and her thoughts

Her fear is the prayer

              from Prayer for the Prayer