Poetry & Handmade Books
HUMMINGBIRD HOLLOW PRESS
THE BOOKS

DREAM OF DRAGONFLY
Dream of dragonfly on a winter afternoon.
Me a summer child at play in a boat
hear the older children jeer: darning needle, darning needle!
stitch up your eyes fly far away, dragonfly!
They were abundant on our lake.
I admired their quick swoop, the long hover over water.
Remember my grandmother, her deft hands
mending our heel worn socks.
How she held a darning egg, wove the threads,
sewed shut the holes.
Think now I never saw such an act of grace and skill as hers.
Of course I never did see a dragonfly stitch.

The Love of a God
If I tell you about my life, will you listen?
Once I was young and loved the sea.
Water and wind, the sun a great, indifferent beast.
They ate away my days.
Once I was young and loved the sea,
a woman with daughters and no sons.
They ate away my days.
How beautifully those hours blazed.
A woman with daughters and no sons,
we walked mangrove beaches hunting crayfish.
How beautifully those hours blazed.
Bells of distant boats rang out indigo.



Early snow on Sandia Mountain
morning glories bloom all day
A season for cranes
HER HEART, HIS HEART
Her Heart
shadowed, dim
wooded paths and green
cool steams
written words, complexity
Loving what is lacking.
His Heart
a sun filled expanse
mountain rimmed
dry high desert
juniper, simple sounds
of bird and wind
Loving what is there.