28 Sunday Feb 2016
We played with our shadows on the far riverbank,
and danced to droning rhythms under redwoods,
my sister and I that night.
Nothing we couldn’t touch, that didn’t touch us,
with laughter, stars and river song
mixing our blood
and pleasing our bones.
Out of mud and desire,
family creates itself.
26 Friday Feb 2016
I close my eyes
so thought and word can find each other.
I close my eyes
so they won’t.
I close my eyes
to let the other bump up beside,
within,
and bring somatic waves
to crescent-cove silence,
washed sandy moons
of sheer cliff and no access trails
beyond verbal traffic
technology buzz
storyboard flash of decided outcomes.
I close my eyes
to find you.
Through darkness
with palms open,
toes bare,
mind still
in offering,
Thank you for meeting me here,
ceaselessly.
13 Saturday Feb 2016
You’ll never know me
if you think you can take part.
I come only whole.
With gathering greys,
scars, story, flights of laughter,
and underground music..
with blood warmth,
silence, pause, grit and flame,
summer evening touch and wintered sight,
wrinkles, stumbles, pirouettes, wordplay,
curve of neck and sigh…
Beyond misunderstood desire,
I will be invisible.
If ever you decide you can bring
all of you here,
we can dance.
This is two
creating a third.
12 Friday Feb 2016
Brighter the light
darker the shadow.
Those denying what lurks inside them
can never hold the full hand of another.
Nor bring what moves them
entirely
into the open.
I invite you
to wonder
at what shame tugs
within your unexplored territories,
and to coax that frightened being
back
into your own arms.
12 Friday Feb 2016
What comes today
is a certain vast unknowing.
And not the passing everyday variety of
hmmm
what might i have for breakfast?
But of dipping flight of bluebirds
and the melodic chants of meadowlark.
I don’t think the lady bug hitching a ride on my calf
had less than the feeling
sweeping spring grasses before god.
Please call in
what you fear will destroy such a small house.
You deserve what undulates the desires
of entire galaxies.
11 Thursday Feb 2016
I want the peace of the dark
and first mad blushings of light,
silent cloud bellies bursting orange
and a sky gone turquoise.
I want the bare of my feet,
upside-downness of skin,
pressing moist, giving earth
and birds to flit past in dim cool.
There’s not too much to sing,
only just enough
to recreate forever.
09 Tuesday Feb 2016
Possum climbs,
turkey flies,
mountain lion scales
the world tree.
Let not the abstraction keep you
from seeking roots and canopy
joining here and now
to everything.
Rainbow’s colors extend beyond the range
of simple sight.
Ready your claws, flutter the brush tips of your wings,
and remember dangling from a curled tail
is familiar as waking with morning light.
Bark against fingertips,
each with their tiny circle of identity,
will become a welcomed roughness
softening into skill.
05 Friday Feb 2016
In sustaining fire
where we both met
what becomes smoke is not the matter.
Essence
doesn’t burn.
If, in flame, you see only loss
merely mettle takes the test.
And if, beyond even that, your heart cries
More,
the task, the unchanging call,
will encircle
with leaping light
and silent whispers
to say,
You are enough.
Salt, Smoke, Water and Stone 