Friday, November 26, 2010

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 ~

Sunday, August 15, 2010


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

Sunday, June 20, 2010


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

Pathways jagged we have traveled
Entered whole and left fragmented

My empty spaces
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?