Here next to
Me lays a
Plank of ebony
Sanded smooth with
Knots of knowing
And age dark
And rich slightly
Bitter like a
Cup of black
Coffee deep as
The moonless night
Except for two
Twinkling eye stars
Drawing me deeper
Into your universe
Category: Life
Relationship
At first we
Were like a
Freshly saddled stallion
Rearing up on
Haunches bucking struggling
To throw off
The harness of
The new relationship
Slowly we loped
Around the paddock
Adjusting then past
The gates of
Loyalty we gained
Speed finally at
Full stride we
Gallop now free
Now comfortable with
This new freedom
Morning
Day starts quietly
Like Loon Lake
That one summer
Years ago just
Us a fire
Lightening bugs and
Secrets melodies remind
Me of love
Awakening like high
School prom when
I first kissed
Steam rises from
My coffee cup
Like the smoke
From the blown
Out candles right
Before you led
Me to bed
Remembering9/11
We shovel heaps
And heaps of
Travesties upon each
Other burying one
Another beneath anger
If we are
Created in His
Image is God
Also hateful or
Has humanity devolved
So far away
From Spirit that
Meanness and agenda
Affords pain and
Torture instead of
Looking at these
Travesties as representative
Of the Divine
Let us remember
That these shovels
Of inhumanity are
Merely dark soil
Upon which the
Blossoms of hope
Do spring eternal
Here remembering 9/11
OwnPath
I feel like
A wagon caught
In the deep
Rut of some
Washed out road
Trying to climb
Out to level
Ground my heaviness
Veers me back
To something familiar
In desperation I
I jump the
Fence of propriety
And steer myself
Bumpily towards grassy
The grassy hills
Where my wheels
Glide over green
At last forging
My own path
