Somewhen Between

I'm somewhen between

the veil and the day

the color of singing,

the cool sound of blue ~

Somewhere I lean

against breath of the sky

and touch the horizon

that curls into you ~

Sometime I gather

the scent of my dreaming

and fold up the night

in pockets of sand ~

Then sweep up the notions

that rain from the darkness,

tumbling like fire

to the palm of my hand ~

Vertices

I
keep 
you in this
triangle with me –
it is a closed figure, true.
And why not a circle? Here, we can 
find our place in all things & meet at vertices ~ 
or retreat to our own side and look
across forever into each others’
eyes. We can know a true
beginning place. Then
know an ending.
And it will
be ex
act.

Boy

I crept down stealth

Pathways jagged he left open into secret places

boy hiding

When I touched him

Ready to run

When I woke him

Ready to be in my arms

When the dark and quiet hid him in love’s openness

I pretended not to know his name

Pretended not to know

Four score years and more is a long time to be alone

ungrown

Pathways jagged we have traveled

Entered whole and left fragmented

My empty spaces

Voluminous

Fill him

Fissures filled with hurt like putty gushing

He blocks entry with my bareness

Takes my nothing and turns it into mortar and brick

Yet something seeps

And now he’s left the scent of his long sleep on me

And what am I to do with that?