Burnt Cracked Wobbly
There above the sky
even farther
something isolated
worn out and old
I raise my eyes
to that which passes
from one year to another
from death to death
The stars seem worn out, too
their cogs,
burnt, cracked
and wobbly
I make my way like a horse
with one shoe
the darkness
does not shock me
my fear is an empty seed
my shadow is exhausted
there is no distance greater
than my life
Time hands us a speed trap
a flash of breath, of body
of earth’s blood
blackened by our presence
but I’m telling you nothing
about this life or about
the geometric majesty
of the universe
For now, there will be the seasons,
April’s nubile fragrance,
the fat heat of August,
fall and winter’s landslides of beauty
Dah’s seventh poetry collection is Something Else’s Thoughts (Transcendent Zero Press)
and his poems have been published by editors from the US, UK, Ireland, Canada,
Australia, Africa, Singapore, Spain, Poland, Philippines and India. Dah lives in Berkeley,
California and is working on the manuscript for his ninth poetry book. He is a Pushcart
Prize nominee and the lead editor of the poetry critique group, The Lounge. His eighth
book is forthcoming in October 2018 from Flutter Press.
Amethyst Review 
Love Dah, his poetry speaks directly to my body/mind/spirit. Bravo, Poet!
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Always an honor to be read by you, Jill.
Thank you!
DAH
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Dah’s work is exemplary. He is a polished poet who speaks to the readers heart from a universe he entertains in his imagination. More the reader notes the constant use of his third, feeling eye. His voice is distinct and subtle with changing reflections. One would imagine him walking about having a chat with the world.
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“from a universe he entertains in his imagination” –– a unique perspective, Diana.
Thank you,
DAH
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