Having been now
in this place
for four years
I’d all but
forgotten the darkness
but once illness
came to visit
bringing along its
own unending night
I saw again
just how pervasive
its perversity was
no more colors
just gray gradients
a screaming existence
like tires breaking
about to strike
Along
The piano
to you
like typewriter
to me
makes the
only kind
of music
that our
souls know
so come
let us
sing along
ThisThat
I’d never
known before
that this
not that
would bring
to me
the same
thing as
but without
the rest
and isn’t
that marvelous
Things (for Bean)
Some things say
boulders get in
the way and
other things hide
and jump out
but you oh
you get in
the way of
your own heart
and up and
down the fence
line I run
trying to find
a way in
Tends
Time tends
but not
to things
like flocks
but to
promising pebbles
bringing baubles
to life
by over
and over
again tumbling
one against
the other
making shine
