HEY THERE BUD by Bob Paris ©9-15-2015

Shall glory be cut along this wind

That is but unquenched inside a thirst

For the eye that seizes a glimpse

Of what not the beating heart might see

On a mirror set dark and marching to

A bagpipe and snare-drum tune wailing

Toward what or where or how or when

Might draw a billow of pure undying light

And song and mirth and melancholy smiles

On that branch that was but yesterday

A bud so overfilled by promise

Bucked up upon this wind

HEY THERE BUD by Bob Paris ©9-15-2015

Photo ©Bob Paris 1996 all rights reserved

Dog Days

The day was bright and dry. July landed early and hard. So it seems. Clean light on sun-bleached grass. The world feels thirsty. Already I miss my firth of forth fall.

(Thoughts gathered out on the back deck, paused while reading THE DOG by Joseph O’Neill (hilarious, deep, timely) as I’m watched over by my own keen here-and-now dog (who wants me to join him in the yard for some fetch (or should I say, throw?))).)

Celebrate Justice

On this truly historic day, after the Supreme Court of the United States ruled in favor of full nationwide Marriage Equality, I want to express my thanks and gratitude to all who have been engaged in this decades-long battle for justice. And here’s a snap from the archives: As the twelfth anniversary of Marriage Equalization fast approaches up here in British Columbia, this photo from my marriage to Brian, the great love of my life. August 8th, 2003. After seven years together, we finally got hitched.

Cheers and Namaste and Love.,


MAY by Bob Paris © 5.22.2015

Shall this heart break half in two

Or will it be three ragged pieces served

Cold in a morning fog that

Sees me here at my spot as ever

Yet needed my gaze over there at

That urgent place you told me about

Late in the day

And now you’ve lost me

So it seems

Can you hear me hear me hear me

Will you reach me giant step as an infant crawls

Unyielding yet staring with hooded ayes

And a host of goddesses bring forth

Snap snap, snap snap

Sing melodies of brown eggs

Gathered on this expectant May dawn

That pushes toward a flowering

Of bluebottles and cakewing baker bees

And swallowtails swirling in early light

Irreducible to merest neutron and

Flattened earth rounded by breath

Yawning gorges stretched across the gap

Between the wing and the petal

Each one shouldered up against a rusty screen

That barely keeps me from knowing

Your heart as well as I do (or maybe don’t)

Know my own

Is that the answer you have long longed for

For which you have long longed

Perhaps it’s something else altogether

Oh look

MAY by Bob Paris © 5.22.2015

INFINITE HEART by Bob Paris 5.3.2015 (c)

A golden day sings me

Sweet surrender and thus

It is in my nature to answer

Each call in kind

So I say to the trees

How are you today

And they reply that they are just fine

Ta sure ta very much and so

The sun falls on my neck and I move

My chaise lounge over to the shade

Of a fully flowered lilac

That has grown toward the south

Over so many years

And years

Sweet melody grand symphony

The fat robin sings ore there yonder

Ruby throat fleeting wing

A swarm floats through

Of hummingbirds like jets over

The place my dreams singled out for me

As a boy with his head

On a late springtime pillow

Plotting paradise in the bows of

An everlasting infinite heart

INFINITE HEART by Bob Paris 5.3.2015 (c)