30 Tuesday Oct 2018
The knots in the wood strong
hands might try
to force flat and out,
erase..
impossible.
The tree has earned those twists and kinks,
hardened, toughened grooves and bubbles,
bulged eyes skilled at a different sight.
Gentle the hand given access
to the yearning, sorrowed places-
they are not to be fixed.
10 Wednesday Oct 2018
Scars
attest to bridges crossed battling dragons,
to threatening rivers entered
that pushed at knees, sucked at ankles.
To deep mountaintop scree, ragged, sharp and steep where
falling
meant death and dismemberment.
We were there,
we know,
we learned.
Yours lay upon your body
differently
than mine;
equally, they shape us.
Scars pulse out of step with the rest.
Each must be attended to,
honored,
for what they give,
for what they gave up.
10 Wednesday Oct 2018
She lays in bed, sheet lightly covering.
Out the window clouds of rain draw near,
without hurry or menace.
Slow jazz fills the room, no one else close
to breathe the same thick, gentle October morning
in her nest above the street.
Pumpkin pie awaiting baking,
lamb thawing on white tiled counter,
and the low-lit day opens towards everything
she loves.
06 Saturday Oct 2018
A phoebe sings now
from the next rooftop,
pumpkins are stacked upon hay bales,
and sunrise lights the sky in spreading fires.
At last, moments between tourists lengthen
and first drops of rain rise earth scents up,
up, around, and beyond.
Sleeping things wake, traveling ones return,
the cold sneaks back in cover of night.
More stars will be visiting
with the approaching new moon.
Salt, Smoke, Water and Stone 