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?