let it shine

Take off your traveling clothes and 

lay down your luggage, 

Pilgrim, shed your nakedness. 

Only the fire is absorbed by the Holy of Holies.

Let it shine.

~ Charles Wright

from Chickamauga

silent journal

Inaudible consonant inaudible vowel 

The word continues to fall 

in splendor around us 

Window half shadow window half moon 

back yard like a book of snow 

That holds nothing and that nothing holds 

Immaculate text 

not too prescient not too true

~ Charles Wright

from Xionia

forgetting words

A water egret planes down like a page of blank paper

Toward the edge of the noon sky.

Let me, like him, find an island of white reeds

To settle down on, under the wind, forgetting words.

~ Charles Wright

 from T’ang Notebook,
 The Other Side of the River: Poems

it is

Almost noon, the meadow 

Waiting for someone to change it into an other. Not me. 

The horses, Monte and Littlefoot, 

Like it the way it is. 

And this morning, so do I.

~ Charles Wright

from Lightfoot

the night watch

Outdoors, like a false morning,

 Fog washes the pine trees. It 

 Shoulders against the windows,

 Spreading across their surface

 On its way upward. In this 

 Moment between sleep and thought 

 This holding back, I can hear 

 The fog start to rise, the slow 

 Memory of an ocean, 

 And I, like a ship, begin 

 To stir, to lurch in its swell, 

 And to move outward, beyond 

 The steel jetty, the lighthouse, 

 The red-flagged channel buoys,

 --Beyond, at last, sleep even--

 Into a deeper water,

 Pale, oracular, its waves

 Motionless, seagulls absent. 

~ Charles Wright

art by andrew wyeth

wind

There is an otherness inside us 

We never touch, 

no matter how far down our hands reach. 

It is the past, 

with its good looks and Anytime, Anywhere ... 

Our prayers go out to it, our arms go out to it 

Year after year, 

But who can ever remember enough?

...

The life of this world is wind 

Windblown we come, and windblown we go away. 

All that we look on is windfall. 

All we remember is wind.

~ Charles Wright

from The Southern Cross