-
A Measured Return (Poem)
what and when and where
breath each breath one breath only
a moment catches the attention
mind at ease spacious aware
curious about what is
stories fabricated as the web of the world
loosely so see them as just that
playful movement to a song
each hears alone dancers pacing out the turn
what step what gesture what note
what now
-
Death Leads (Poem)
they crowd the street corners
line the sidewalks
talking shouting carrying signs
it’s coming watch don’t wait
do something now
death laughs and says
I’m here with you in every moment
dressed in a pinstriped suit
slouching by in that torn coat
waving from the passing car
the red jam on your plate
will be your blood
the coffee left in your cup
your grave’s mud
until then we dance
you thinking you lead
but the skeletal beat and timed out thrum
give lie to this for you know
you have always known
the two step has to end
-
In The Evening, The Sky (Poem)
clouds amass in the west
dark with promise of rainfall
bruised by too much possibility
shot through with the sun’s brilliant wane
we wait under the threat
heaviness pressing upon our bodies
burdened by hope tied up in time’s passage
our hearts always reaching upwards
and if we grasp those white threads of light
where will we climb
what will we do
