Two Poems by Douglas Cole

Thought Experiment

I am painting the doorto the gardenand I am readingOrizaba Blues beneathThe Buddha fountaintending to a stomach ulcerand my tai chi den tienglowing from the blackhole of several decisionswhich means I amin the basementrefining the invisible handreclining on waters of the deepawake even when I sleep

Sabbatical Under the Bridge

I was once of that heroic voicebringing heaven to the stonesthe beach trembled underfootand every step I tookan artifact rattled to the surfacehere an arrowheadthere a scraper of hidessquinting in the afternoon lightI saw the tanning racksand the summer lean-tosand by some code in the bloodI knew that silver momentin the angle of lightthe cool steel cut of windsignaling the timewe go back over the hillsto winter homes on the river Photo by kyler trautner on Unsplash