By Mark Hurtubise

Momentary Tree Visit

Oak – 

holder of leaf nations,
passageway for squirrels,
jay and crow scribe.

From its kiln, the sun exhales
afterlife upon you.

Stepping into your silhouette –
a breathing . . . irreversible memories
or prophecies from parallel sides?


Suddenly, your shadow lifts                                       
then scatters . . . like a flock of birds
to chase air-light.


We are
someone’s idea.

Simultaneous Worlds


We grieve, we laugh spontaneously
like a key turning in a lock. Yet,
it takes so long to love forever –
except for the infant.


Taken by doves without shadows,
we gaze beyond the earth’s curve
to hear the single chord, 
while the sun still follows moons 
to study the singularity of smiles.

About the Author:

Mark Hurtubise

Mark Hurtubise. During the 1970s, numerous poems were accepted for publication. Then family, teaching, two college presidencies and for twelve years president of an Inland Northwest community foundation. Recapturing poetry’s euphoria and appreciation for the authors he read four decades ago, he is attempting to compose again by balancing on a twig like a pregnant bird. Recently, his work has appeared in Bones, Ink In Thirds, Atlas Poetica, The Spokesman-Review, Stanford Social Innovation Review and Alliance (London).