Ocean (for Juan)

And just

When I

Felt lost

And dropped

To my

Knees

An ocean

Surf happened

Upon me

And there

In that

Fresh water

I remembered

You beside

Me licking

Away my

Tears

Tow (to Dave B.)

And in

Some strange

Way when

Upon my

Knees and

Broken you

Reached out

Pulled me

Up and

Set me

Upon your

Shoulder carrying

Me

As though

I were

A sack

Of flour

To sit

And gaze

Upon tomorrow

Poet (to You)

Spoke to

God

Again

He

Asked

Why

Aren’t

I

Writing

I have

Nothing

To

Say

I

Replied

You are

A

Poet

Seeing

Things

As

I

Intended

Trust

In

Me

As I

Have

Entrusted

You

Mirrors (to David)

Mirrors

Reflect

Only

That

To which

We

Are

Most

Vulnerable

Inspiration (to my muses)

Love

May

Be

A

Spyglass

Drawing

Beauty

Nearer

Yet

Still

Afar

Urging

Inspiration