He struggled with himself Madly wrestling the angel of death Crazy and lightheaded with exhaustion With resentful glare He stood back and lowered his arms Prone The other stood calmly proud Defenses throbbing away in echoes There was never an intent to harm In this respite: “Man, I don’t want to fight you — What are we doing?”
Month: December 2009
In Praise of Mended Things
Those items that fit me well touch my soul Some spirit of serendipity saw to it and allowed our meeting Perhaps in my loving it too much, too long I wear it bare Unwilling to part with it I take it to that little local shop or take a needle to it with my novice hand That once foreign object of love Now broken–in transfigures into something sturdier than when we begin Those insightful adjustments second nature after so much shared trail weave into the mending Now on our second honeymoon We find ourselves wholly together
Museum
God, I thank thee such passionate and sensitive artists could express themselves so powerfully enough to gather together in so suitable a house your creatures; my privilege to witness and breathe in
Snow Smile
You know Gazing into your smile I have nothing to offer you Except the overwhelming gushing of appreciation for you, flame You introduced me to life then Playing in the snow Rather than shoveling it
Meditation Song
Beam resting upon my eyelashes Comfort in the darkness How many thoughts did I dance with Until I saw you
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Presence-burning flame
I Dreamt
I dreamt I had such wonderful dreams for you Here is a final dream for you, suddenly You dream your own dreams
Initiation
So, the forest fairies embraced her elbows led her to the enchanted stream baptized her in cool water down down down With held breath, stammering, she watched the color of her hair flow into the river the blush of her checks flow into the river the ruby of her lips flow into the river freckles, one by one by one the glow of her skin flow into the river Crystalline, transparent, she became one with the river Invisible flowing wings pushed her flying breaking the surface Her body jumped back onto her and she recovered in her nymphs’ arms Sister