Random Poems

from Going Along… Conversations with Coyote

Coyote in Ireland

The plane landed in Shannon where daffodils crowd the tarmac and sheep are scattered in the fields like misplaced clouds. As I looked for the bus to Ennis, Coyote appeared. “How did you get here?” I said. He gave me an incredulous look, one I’m certain he practices in a mirror, and said, “Demigod, remember?” “Oh yeah,” I said. He picks up my concertina case in his teeth and trots toward the bus. “Where are we staying?” he asked. “With Nuala,” I responded. “Excellent,” he says. “The bairns are big enough to be fun, last time they just wanted to chew on my tail. Is it near the edge of town?” “Think so”, I replied. “She said they have a nice view of the green fields, all dotted with sheep.”  Oh good,” he said innocently.  “Oh dear,” I said.

from  Scatter the Light

After Life

for James Wright

Are you walking now
with those Indian ponies
on a prairie filled
with light?
Or do you wait
on the sullen shores
of the Ohio river,
hoping for forgiveness,
and eternity anywhere
but Wheeling
West Virginia?