I think I’m ready
to once again explore
having finally grown complacent
with my little apartment
it’s time to discover
new places new things
museums and food and
people now it’s time
to make Denver home
Category: Life
Gateway
I remember kissing you
just as I remember
your kissing of me
I don’t remember feeling
anything in particular actually
feeling no knowing yes
knowing that those kisses
were gateways and locks
between one thing and
something else between one
someone and another someone
else between wanting to
love and being loved
Close
Sometimes you can’t see
but you just know
I know that there
are mountains out there
even though fog conceals
them I know that
you love me though
distance separates us like
angry parents keeping us
apart oh I know
time is different than
distance distance is how
far away something is
while time spent together
tells me just how
close we actually are
Hands
I remember your hands
as they held mine
I remember feeling them
sudsy and warm under
the tap as we
washed in the kitchen
I remember noticing them
wind their way through
my hair turning my
face towards your kiss
I remember your hands
slipping free from mine
that last and final
time that we parted
Bean’s
And away he is
home or somewhere else
as precious as home
where he was raised
and where memories remain
He is of land
of earth and tree
of animal and sun
All gods to him
to which he prays
and takes and uses
thanks and is grateful
his world’s not mine
mine is of words
his is of work
