Greeting

Free
So incredibly free
is a feeling so foreign,
so fearsome in its enormity
What do I do
What do I do

I never knew
the weight that rested on me
until I wrested it off
Where do I go
Where do I go

Now I know
My selves aligned
in joyous union
Yes
Yes
Hello me.
Hello.

Don't Worry

Drip drop
water edges above the rim
pushing upwards, resisting
before spilling over into what was empty
filling the shape of space
however it can
creating one void, to fill another.

Drip drop
valves leaking
creating one void to fill another.
my heart stops -
don't worry, it will revive again
its too alive to die right now
too living.
pushing upwards, spilling.

Drip drop
overflowing
just a little, these feelings
pushing upwards, resisting
trembling a little
on the edge
don't worry, I won't break
I'm too alive right now
too living.
the void as small as a glass
of water
even smaller now
receding.

Don't worry.

Poetic Bones

"i don't get poetry"
you say

as your fingers slowly trace
in rhythmic patterns
around my cheekbone
across my lips
along the jut of my hipbone
my pulse, gently beating
a thousand words per minute
the curvature of my lines
read back to you in
kinesthetic verse
geographic planes
translating metaphor into meaning

you smile and i skip a beat
the next line all forgotten
but you.

you.

drifting into the hazy dream of sleep

you, who think poetry a bit obscure
deciphers the rhyme and rhythm and reason in me
and i think you get it now

that aesthetic inquiry
expands the awareness

one
microcosm
at
a
time

unearths
the poetry
in all.

Words while walking together

"One thing is for certain,"
she said
"That you are Alive.
Everything is moving,
shifting, transforming.
It's raw.
It's painful.
It's disorientingly terrifying.
Change causes you to question everything,
To take everything apart
and put it back together again.

There are so many moving parts.

You cannot--are not--taking a passive role in your life
as you are confronted with your own shuddering, trembling
Reality.

You are very much Real.

You are very much Alive."

Nostalgia

where. did. all. the. time.
Go?
passing Quick and Hot as the midday sun shining over a four-lane interstate Slow as the evening sun creeping below the horizon lazily inching until only a fingernail of fire remains
and vanishes so You
you have crept past me Out of our life Splendid Dazzling Blinding crept into your own life now living and yet
I am left here to remain
your friend in another world where Time
is no enemy and Friends
are forever.

a dream that woke me up at night

Goldilocks

She came to me for comfort
and I wrapped my arms around her heart.
"Too tight," she said.

She came to me for wisdom
and I shared with her my truth and light.
"Too bright," she said.

She came to me for solace
and I spoke love and peace into her mind.
"Too loud," she said.

She came to me one last time
and took my head into her hands.
She whispered back to me
and hauntingly
she sliced me open chin to chest
with the tip of her fingernail.
And left my insides wide wide open
a vulnerable red window into my pain.
Left me to hide away from her in the
secret places
of our family home.

To run and run and run and hide
until the gifts I could offer her
were just right.

For Home.

Home.

Like an intimate friend greeting you again
A sigh of relief and release
of the unknown.

Here there is the light air of domesticity
and the crinkling of laughter.

Here is the openness of forgiveness and
the shoulder you can cry on.


A place where there is freedom in the kitchen
to create anything you like
to experiment with new and eclectic flavors
to burn the bottom of the pan and
begin anew.

To create and be created, again and again
Pleasant aromas wafting easy memories into consciousness.

Leave the door open
to the bedroom.

Forget to close the bathroom door.

Turn the lights off when you want to.
Stay up late to read a book without any
bothersome interruptions.


Walk around in a bathrobe
or nothing at all
just because
you can.

Be absent-minded, forgetful and at-a-loss for words.
Stumble, drop things, trip over your feet.
It's ok. These things happen.

Here you are free to be as witty, articulate and clever as you'd like...
Or not.

Wrap yourself in the comfort of familiarity
A resting place for weary feet

A pillow for your thoughts.

Home.