Dance With Me

I can't dance and 

it shouldn't matter

If the rhythm has 

gotten your heart

move with it 

across the floor

Feel yourself

alive 

This You

You grow older

You remember things

You forget things

Your childhood hangs onto you

Your childhood feeds your present

Your childhood shapes your future

You grow older

You change the story

You change yourself

You forgot your conception

You forgot your birth

You know you are here

You remember

You wonder

You wonder

I'm listening to the words of a dying man

He lived enough to know the truth we avoid

Voice of a prophet but he never preached

Raising his voice to song I listen

Can I heed his warnings

To Be

All the love in the world is here 

You contain everything you ever wanted

How can this be so

There doesn't have to be a reason

No logic needs to exist

for something to merely be

Accept this as truth

Bask in your newfound knowledge

The Writer

This old habit 

standing by my side

Faithful old friend

How many people

have we been

How many more

will we become

An answer will be

some other day

Start of December

Waking to a cold Fall morning

The Sun still rests

Do the deer sleep?

Do their ears perk 

at the slightest sound? 

What is the silence

sitting between us?

Shall we give it a name?

What is dawn

What is beyond the horizon

The sky rests heavy

You wake and wonder

Through Everything

You are still here

Through everything

How strong you are

How loved you are

Why do you forget 

such simple things?

Don't let worry 

carry away the future

You are creating it now

You are still here

Through everything 

Dark Spaces

Dark spaces linger in memory

You sat up after being pleased

I laid back for you

We closed our eyes

as the light was swallowed

in the dark

Who were we then

What did they need

What was never enough

falling

brown yellow orange

falling 

            falling

softly

Willing

I see faces

I hear their words

I remember what I've forgot

Other lives

Other days

Still here

Still alive

Still willing

How do you measure distance?

By feet, kilometers, or miles?

Or do years make more sense

to see the passing moments again?

What is today

Today is now

Does it need

to be anything

but itself?

Lifelong

This ongoing habit

has never let go

So many

mornings

afternoons

nights

So many

moments of 

peace

worry

darkness

and light

It takes my hand

Guides it

Sieve

Don't begin with artifice

Tell me something real

The pain in your wrist

Your belly full of tea

The empty cup

The silence of the room

Thoughts that do not come

Your mind a sieve

until a pebble 

comes to rest

Summer Rain

Rain falling in darkness

A flash through the trees

A distant rumbling

Trembling

Transmission

All these words

merely drops

of thought

from one life

to another,

in another time,

in another place,

in another world.

Consumption

I must hold a small space 

for myself

if I am to see you 

past tomorrow

Does water dream

when it has frozen?

What must it be like

to change form

endlessly 

through countless

eons of existence

I close my eyes in bed

and wait for night

to consume wholly

once more

Small Reminders

I give myself small reminders

to unclench my jaw

to stretch my fingers

move my legs

listen closely

look for small details

hold her hand

kiss her while she sleeps

tell everyone

I love them

These days

are only now

and that's 

all life will ever be

Hooves

You marvel 

at something 

as mundane

as time

Listening

to the rain

to the wind

to the leaves

Have you 

ever heard

the sound

of a deer

stepping

through

forest?

Feeder

Sit and wait for your guests 

They flutter in on wings

of different shades

They twitter about 

and leave when

they've had their fill

If only all guests 

were so well behaved

Why do you

wait and wait

to do that

which is 

your salvation?

Antonyms for Salvation

Ocean waves inhaling

exhaling 

                a field of roiling darkness

Sitting in warmth of our company

Relief and joy

Mutual salvation

Taste of flowers 

on our tongues

In the mirrors

lights approach

and halt

Clarification

The page is laughing and so am I

Raise a glass and give a toast

Are we not amused

Are we not paying attention

Open your words

Says your lips

Utter utterance

Leave no doubt

Rivers

You can't go back

It isn't the same

The river changed

The waters are new

Moment to moment

are you not the water

Meaning?

What's the point 

of the question?

There's no answer

Make up and decide

what makes sense 

* Beep *

No one is watching 

No one is home

Please leave a message

at the tone

Molting

This is fine

This is normal

This is how everyone feels

How long can this go on

Has it always been so

Are we such anxious creatures

    we can't handle the world remade

        in our own image

Now you sit in the screen glow

as I do

            unsure of anything

sure that everything

is aching and growing

into something

                         we cannot

yet define

Acts of Translation

I am listening for the ghosts.

Their sighs fill the spaces 

of the moments of our lives.

Listen in order to hear.

What does your heart say?

What is the meaning 

taken from this interpretation?

Does translation only 

approximate the meaning?

Oh

Yes

it has always been

Yes 

know you know

what you always

felt