a stormy gateway opened… and a golden one closes..
it can be like that
stepping outside yourself
to usher in what’s waiting.
move into an unknown place
and watch
new hands lay claim
to what you thought was yours.
new hands
03 Sunday May 2015
Category Archives: aging
Her bones
22 Wednesday Apr 2015
Her bones
fall into mine.
Her fight, her grief,
her bite,
in my arms, my legs, this heart,
are embraced.
She lost footing, at last,
giving up land for the sea.
There I swim,
offering her resting place,
and the tender hold
she has hungered for
all along.
He drives through night
11 Saturday Apr 2015
He drives through night,
his fear,
navigating roads with poor eyesight
and the anxiety of loss.
She waits, after 30 years, to release her last breath
upon his arrival.
His mind, his hand, reach for her
through lessening miles.
Following a companionship of sorrow-
reunion comes
in rainbows of falling tears.
Movements,
these delicate movements,
carve the limitlessness of human hearts-
darkness can’t even stop that.
Each salty drop
01 Wednesday Apr 2015
In your cringe
and bite
following another’s ignorant words,
pain.
Not the pain of a current slash of the knife
but of a gash inflicted long before self and other
stepped far enough apart to decide, even,
if they wanted to dance.
Knowing requires time,
recognition of habit a road winding into distant hills-
the shape your tears will mimic.
May strength and a giggle well up
along with each salty drop.
In warm dark
19 Thursday Mar 2015
Older even than yesterday,
not by loss or separation but
through integration.
Finding one’s bones calls together pieces
held apart
by the paralysis of stories requesting endings.
When settled back into bones,
whole now,
a new story begins.
Fire and Wind,
Light and Shadow,
Earth and Water,
the pairs learn
where to weave their edges-
fingers finding each other in warm dark.
This is full movement,
empowerment,
the invitation of Being.
For that,
there are no words.
Bodyscape
06 Friday Mar 2015
Wrinkles gather
for rivulets of joy to pass through.
Skin registers the days, the years,
captures earth movements of a lifetime-
sights seen, impacts felt..
the stories awaiting coffee and a friend’s perked ear.
Faces change, hard places become soft-
another land responding to elemental embrace.
I will watch your bodyscape alter,
like your growing heart,
and smile at time and gravity’s impressions,
in that worldly deepening
of us both.
Bowl of rain water
02 Monday Mar 2015
There’s something I must tell you,
but fear will introduce its splintery self
where love is meant to be.
My reins require only softest nudges
to redirect me,
yet, until your boundary holding back freedom
drops away,
the melting heart of me
rests here tonight,
a single bowl of rain water
reflecting moon’s waxing and waning
passion play.
Deafness
23 Monday Feb 2015
When the words
fall
on deaf ears,
I wonder, what’s it like in there?
Static?
A song on replay?
My sound doesn’t tingle the switch,
the spectrum of frequencies a foreign language.
I used to scream to be heard.
I used to hand out the code
to what others thought was encrypted.
Now, the fire behind these eyes
that licked the ceiling high
if I couldn’t get through,
has real wind to respond to.
My lips rest
when the noiseless collision
of intent
reaches my own deafness.
Salt, Smoke, Water and Stone 