One leg two
woven they are
together like threads
from different mills
one deeply dark
the other light
crisscrossing the loom
our bed is
at once atop
and then below
creating a pattern
this heavenly print
only ever seen
from high above
by the angels
Category: Life
Wings
I like a
hatchling discovering wings
I know not
what they do
these strange things
they do something
that I’m certain
but just what
I know not
like my lips
for they sit
and have sat
on my face
but until yours
they didn’t know
and as the
wind is to
wings so are
your lips mine
Prayer
There is this
moment when I
forget the past
having already lived
and the future
but a dream
has not yet
even been born
this moment heralds
like the porch
light of soul
come home boy
it’s dark now
time for sleep
this day done
Dishcloth
I a
simple dishcloth
having once
cleaned up
then what
little was
left wrung
and tossed
to sit
useless until
next time
Tea
I am
just sitting
here with
sadness having
a cup
of tea
with lemon
for there
is nothing
sweet about
having tea
with she
