Sunday

01292012


after a moment
of self-discovery:

the more i think
i’ve got myself figured out,
the further from the truth i am.

Tuesday

01242012

after an exquisite dream:

the subconscious delivers fantasies
the conscious is too conscious to entertain

01172012

she said,
i had a dream i was lost,
and couldn’t find my way home.

i said,
what did you feel at the moment
you realized you were lost?

she said,
i felt anxious,
but also bemused.
she looked at me.
strange, isn’t it?

i said,
why do you say that?

she said,
sometimes i fear i will be lost forever,
and never found.

i said,
is this a fear,
or a fantasy?

Saturday

01142012

returning
after days of being away
to our house

to our home

i see your reflection
in the glass door
as you lead the way and

my breath leaps

as the key glides
and the lock clicks loud

and the door swings wide
and i notice

your hands

your fingers
that love me so carnally
trembling beside the curtain

the landscape

of your back
rippling
like a starlit river

before

you turn
to me
and say,

the house was
hollow
without you.

01072012

we exist

not in the psychological
but in the physical

though the psychological will
pretend her supremacy

and we will
pretend to believe her

always.

Thursday

01052012

for the zealous . . . and the jealous . . . in all of us . . .

Wednesday

01042012

once grown
we can never be children again.

we feel too much
see too much
know too much.

or . . . is it that we know too little
that holds us back
from being who we are
for fear we will expose
the child living inside
isolated . . . forbidden . . . marginalized
waiting to be delivered
from our own adult shadows
and left to live
to feel
to see
to be . . . and let be?

once grown
our inner judge . . . inner critic
is always there

always ready
to sentence . . . and condemn.