02082013

after the sunrise...

let me drift

inside this river

sailing still as a grave

mummified in wordless time

bandaged in lightwaves

waiting for you

to come to me

to draw a window

on this face

to stroke

with tongue

with neck

with thumb

the keyholes of my eyes

to singe

with ardent breath

my static lips alive

02012013

she said,

i want to reveal the truth of who i am.

i want to break the darkness of me.

i said,

speak to blank paper;

no person will understand.

i said,

speak… and hope that the paper is not

too fragile for the gravity of your thoughts.

i said,

speak… and hope that the paper is not

too thin for the heft of your words.

i said,

speak… and hope that the paper does not

tear beneath the burden of thick ink.

speak… and hope,

i said.

but also know...

one word

can fill a page,

and once the words

are present… there…

black ink on white paper,

everything is here,

everything is now.

01252013

bounty… bounty…

everywhere

the window

the porch

the door

the horizon

steeped in red and gold

my warm feet

on the cold floor

my arms

raised in celebration

my hair

surrendering to profusion

there is no want

for open eyes

it is not what is seen

that matters

but what is sensed

inside the core

01192013

another mindful serendipity...

morning chimes.

grace unravels.

i spill myself like ink

inside this open vessel.