Monday Poem

Rags to RichnessJim Culleny Sitting with a coffee in the morning sun seeing the high ledges a mile off We go up there to perch on edges and peer down into the bowl that cups our town’s tiny sprawlinto the creases and pleats between the treed knobs of old mountains—a serene sprawl except when cars…

Monday Poem

Looking for EvidenceJim Culleny Poor Darwin.Forever dissed by people-of-the-book, he rummaged through bins of bones flinging one after another over his shoulderlooking for a missing link. Femurs and fibulas went flying. Knuckles and kneecaps rained.Disks —the pride of vertebrates— hit walls and ricocheted like pucks slap-shot by blood-thirsty Bruins.The thud of ulnas and clavicles drummed…

MONDAY POEM

..Heaven conforms to the Way (Tao). The Tao conforms to its own nature. —Lao Tzu, Poet; 6th century BCSomething unknown is doing we don’t know what. –Sir Arthur Eddington, Astrophysicist; 26 centuries later Tao Meets (E = mc²)Jim Culleny I’m as left as I am rightas up as I am downas in as I am…

MONDAY POEM

..“Faith is a window or a mirror, you never know which. But every once in a while they both could use a little Windex” –Clara Lichtner Dim Bulb on Watch —North AtlanticJim Culleny  At sea in a cork on the back of a frothing bull grey to infinite horizonsmack in the middle of itstupid in…

MONDAY POEM

.. –yesterday at a local wired coffee house: the place is full, but no one’s talking —McSorley’s Bar it’s not. Internet CafeJim Culleny where virtual folk with cappuccinos gather at tables like islands of stone in zen gardens,faces lit by laptops—and no one’s apt to stepinto the cool raked space between, to be laughingly hugged…

MONDAY POEM

Once Upon a Spacetime — to P. on our 40th anniv. . . . . . .A couple of hours before twilighta gibbous moon rose in the eastover the serpentine spine of the mountaina bright hole in a bluegrey scrim,just there without reason,as uncomplicated and expectedas a shard of granite on the slope of a…