Out there alone,

my thoughts zero-sum…

the coyote’s lonely howl

 

I search for redemption

through cactus and sage…

the silence of an owl

 

Winter births Summer,

its dream comes alive…

the bear announcing Spring

 

In thermal forgiveness,

a following storm

—the hawk now on the wing

 

(Dreamsleep: April, 2021)

I thought perhaps to steal the myth

and hoard away the dream

 

Mirages fade with pretense lost,

things never what they seem

 

A future darkness redefined,

the past still yet to know

 

Intention vested—moments spent

with nowhere left to go

 

(Dreamsleep: April, 2021)

My fate to be a watcher…

“Regarder Les Autres”

and write from alleys dark but real,

salons for words ill-bred

 

(Le Grande Hotel Paris: May, 1978)

What has no price

holds little value

 

Sweat and tears

—outweighing gold

 

(The New Room: April, 2021)

Sutures of connection,

words tightly sewn

 

Seaming together

—closing the unknown

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2016)

Clouds encircle

sage colored dreams,

ice crystals block the sky

 

Today in shadows,

yesterday’s warning,

 memories start to cry

 

The stratus thickens,

impending doom,

prophesy to remind

 

Aeolus has woken,

his rain of tears

—ablution most unkind

 

(Dreamsleep: April, 2021)

Copyright 2021 Kurt Philip Behm

Science…

 bastard child

of philosophy

and reason

formulaic delinquent

of an answer

in flux

Serving itself

as it shuns

its true

master

bowing down

to its

tenets

the truth

—undiscussed

 

(Bryn Mawr Pennsylvania: April, 2021)

Love regrets,

promises return,

comets in mourning

—meteors burn

 

(Dreamsleep: April, 2021)

Cleft palate ill-fated

splitting inside us,

a hidden betrayal

—memory’s scar

 

(Dreamsleep: April, 2021)

Its special indifference

and weathering smile,

reminds every passer

 —its strength and its guile

 

It stands in the desert

alone and unbowed,

to flower in protest

—its nature avowed

 

(Tuweep Arizona: January, 2018)