08 Tuesday Mar 2016
In the honey-lined quagmire,
fantasy brews laughter, chemicals, climax,
a limited union, the earthly grail.
Perhaps,
perhaps reaching
after fascinating projections-
dazzling confections of human wonder-
helps us
to find lost parts of ourselves calling
calling
for expression.
Falling in love may be a seeing
of our pieces, scattered and buried,
and a coming home
to what had been left behind.
05 Saturday Mar 2016
The sound of the rain
is the best drumming offered my ears
in longer than can be said.
When telling a friend
I’m proud of you,
despite how patronizing it may sound, and
I recognize your fortitude,
a clear prayer was spoken-
fuck fortitude.
Amen.
In all the wriggling and stretching and pleading
and embracing,
Love’s got way more faces
than we can imagine.
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.
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.
28 Thursday Jan 2016
in darkness
we may reach out for another
yet none but ourselves can reach in
to touch the loneliest trembling parts
asking
to be remembered
25 Monday Jan 2016
Between here and there
a stumble-
regret, fear, misunderstanding-
and dark becomes a sinkhole,
sky sucking through earth.
The holding fire remains in shadow,
seemingly doused,
for a time
while overhead and underfoot tangle
grip and pull
the many faces of you alone.
In a panic-replacing sigh,
a morning stretch and a here-we-go
momentum of lost space stirs
rich waters.
Silent sparks rise-
a new something takes form.
The undertow may carry promise yet…
13 Wednesday Jan 2016
walking a path
moments arise
when the ground underfoot
disappears,
a little free fall
gives new vision
upside
down
isn’t
right side up
unless
it happens enough
to be forgotten..
with full circle view
one becomes whole in the turning
06 Wednesday Jan 2016
Before the flash flood breaches the banks,
Or heat melts fabric,
Or mind reaches the brink,
Step back.
In the too muchness comes a madness,
One you may never need know intimately again.
Pick up the thimble, oven mitt, helmet, or wand-
From here out you direct yourself along winding ways
In full grown possession
Of every sensuous, blossoming moment.
26 Thursday Nov 2015
Sometimes, walls within walls-
a corner in a lit closet-
become the needed arms pulling you in
when being of the world steals too much of you.
The buffer zone softens,
muffles distant voices still too close,
settling scattered and jabbing elements.
This is you
learning how
to be your own port in every storm.
A day will arrive
carrying the gift of that small place
purely as memory.
22 Sunday Nov 2015
Doubt
brings options:
to shrink or
to reach.
Retract into the likes of a hermit crab
and the inside of a shell becomes much
of the known world.
Extend into open space
and the lion that could be out to get you
may now be the elicitation
to explore
an ever-widening landscape
where you track the wild unknown.
Salt, Smoke, Water and Stone 