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Someones of Somethingdom

07 Saturday Jan 2017

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Those pesky brains,

the ones making a someone of a something-

who’s been serving them the kool-aid?

Settle them down before we cart them off

wearing special white outfits complete with ties

they can not undo.

We’ve categorized, cauterized, organized, familiarized 

until the ize of the horizon is known.

Imagining may be cute when your feet are small

but now we must grow up-

taller, smarter, firmer in stance and action;

Up-standing people further things, uphold things-

We are the Someones of Somethingdom.

Reality has a timeline, afterall.

And, then, while we adhere and cohere 

we’ll do something silly like have a child

who will see all we won’t

and giggle until she’s sideways

leaving at least one of us to wonder

just what exactly brings that spark to her eyes

and rolling thunder to her tiny, mirthful belly…

(Go ahead, It says- research that.)

Underearth

20 Tuesday Dec 2016

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Roots set in frosty, frosty ground

hugged by grit and worm and mole,

the slowlystretchinggrowing silence of

tips touching stonewetsoft.

Ears needn’t hear, nor eyes see-

vitality cups darkness 

and nutrients find pathways

up up up

to light of day, and sharp starry sky. 

The underearth knows quiet

and no-hurry, no-worry.

Sit awhile atop roots and wonder

just wherehowwho far

your own earth arms wriggle.

If I lay down

23 Tuesday Aug 2016

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I can’t speak to you from here.

From here where I don’t listen.

But if I stop

circling and

running and

dodging

and

reaching.. 

If I lay down armaments

and armour

both weighing, separating,

isolating

me 

from

me 

and

me from you.. If

I lay myself down

upon your buried curving roots,

this bodily circulation

will remember

a tree-based rhythm,

an earthly pulse.

Without effort

the music changes.

Thank goodness

03 Wednesday Aug 2016

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How is it your lips found mine

from a thousand miles,

in that sudden night warmth that wraps a person

in some late, dark fogs

while salt foam hisses closer up the sand?

How is it, stranger, 

there’s familiarity in the creases on your face, 

the new color of your eyes?

Proper ones on a beach 

may never know

what every particle of sand and

hidden star understands.

There’s this,

now,

nothing more-

the breaking, dying, spinning, softening, flowering..

It doesn’t get easier, or more beautiful.

Following fear

knocks agony into coves where

it never belonged.

Thank goodness for wind.

Take the risk

21 Tuesday Jun 2016

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A black and white world

hasn’t any lines to blur-

            what relief to fearful minds.

And if a smudge

tangoes with reason,

snapping the bra straps of rationality?

Waters might move in,

     fill bleached arroyos,

          and offer liquid to dry, cracked,

sorrowful lands.

Take the risk.

          Invite chaos to play.

Come,

29 Sunday May 2016

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Come,

Enjoy this life while you have it.

Twisting guts or sunshine?

Nah, nah, twisting guts 

and

sunshine,

the buried wriggle of new root,

a softening of shoulder and corner of lip,

a nagging thought, tremble of choice,

and a search for more.

More of this, of this!

The life pulling at your heavy heel 

and

lifted brow in pure amusement.

Drop the weight-

it may not even be yours.

Direct that tender face

toward the sun-

allow light to bathe eyelash upon eyelash.

Bountiful plenty turns colors before you.

Bountiful plenty turns within you.

Come,

Enjoy this life

while you have it.

Fullness

15 Sunday May 2016

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Were i

to reach for the stars

my pants would fall down.

Today requires earthly attentions.

Keeping up trousers may be 

the ultimate action

while loftier desires

could knock me, particle by particle,

straight out of orbit.

Cupping a star in two small, mortal hands

must wait

until palms can remain steady

holding an infinitude of concentrated light.

Honoring

means discerning–

Here, fantasy. Here, reality.

With that slice we both

possess

the fullness of flourishing space.

One day, she runs.

07 Saturday May 2016

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In the dark unfolding familiar

and friendless place

where place began,

a necessary and

deceptive

seed was planted.

Nourishing form, forgetting spirit,

growing grew and suckers spread.

A viral overload threatened.

Silently

soil

fed

resistance.

Until…

 

One day,

she runs.

From sick enclosure out into night,

thinly covered,

taking nothing, no shoes,

she bolts in a snap of a now! beyond

hallways, doors, gates,

with pounding heart, searchlight eyes, flying hair,

bare feet slapping pavement,

escaping by back ways known

intimately as the corners of her old room.

Rushing behind houses, through hedges,

ducking limbs, all chance of observance

and grabbing dominion.

Outside the limits,

with no objects to keep her,

by her own deliverance

she finds

her true way Home.

A whole lot more of forever

02 Monday May 2016

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Sometimes I must contain rivers 

greater than my banks

and

I wonder,

just what it would be like to be you.

Limbs moving so,

thought dangling here and here,

and a curl,

tongue licking there

and eye gazing upon scenes 

I could never see exactly

the same way.

Within these banks I capture moon

lighting the way

but in the flood

life flows too fast

and grand

for understanding to catch me.

Yet it does,

eventually,

it always does.

Recount to me what it’s like being you

and perhaps

both our banks will expand to hold

a whole lot more of forever.