On the shore a tree
with eagle’s nest,
the wingspan of the wind
soars over the lake.
Month: December 2025
The Eye of Time
It’s raining eyes made of snow and rain
the rain sees everything
the snow freezes everything the eyes see
all the pictures on our walls are weeping
dogs moan with human voices
our faces are drowning in a river
it is the saddest thing in the world
to see a child licking the eye of time
Elephant Heart
The heart must be bigger than an ocean
it must be bigger than the sun
it must wear elephant tusks
and with heavy legs
march slowly toward its own extinction
The Imaged Word
I was daydreaming about the snow
when a line from Emerson
interrupted my waking dream,
“the frolic architecture of the snow.”
Thinking about that lovely image,
seeing the snow, remembering his poem,
his words were a moving picture
trapped in motionless cold.
The Immortals
Beethoven played by so many hands
He is everlasting applause.
Da Vinci in so many eyes
He still paints upon humanity.
Shakespeare on so many lips
He has kissed the fleeting light.
Handel in so many churches
He is the stained glass of the soul.
Dickens in so many living rooms
He has become the tree of charity.
Van Gogh on so many walls
He is a window on the night sky.
Dostoevsky in so many minds
He is a book without pages.
Mozart in so many ears
He’s been memorized by air.
The Moment of Vision
I woke up to snow on every rooftop.
How far I must have travelled
to be in the dream of this moment.
The Empty Page
It’s not my anxiety; it’s the anxiety that’s out there.
It crept through my cracks and opened my doors.
It’s not my emptiness; it belongs to them.
I’m not staring at a blank page, but a blank state.
Salvatore Ala 