possessed by you

June 29, 2006

rose in a vase
you surely possess
her fragrant
soft touch
petal form

possessed by you
clipped free
from nature

once cloud kissed
she grew
now fed
she survives

once reaching up to the sun
she now relies
on elegance
in crystal

and so it will come
aroma fades
petals crust
to
fa
ll
en
bl
ad
es

thorn-ed
bare
stem

in a vase
you surely possess.

station to station

June 29, 2006

I remember when
all things were alive;

when toys danced
unseen

and my feelings
were the world.

Now it is
different –

there is no life
in the “lifeless”

and my feelings –
they stay inside me

like passengers
on a train.

Perhaps…

June 28, 2006

God
needs us
as much as
we need
God

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once young blades

June 27, 2006

Once young blades
who ripped through life

cutting form
from infinite possibilities

now rust in a heap.

They now long for the grip
of hammered hands –

to once again spray fine sweet dust
into the day

like might whales!

unnamed summer haiku

June 27, 2006

thunderheads rumble
softly into the hot night –
soon cool raindrops

white crow blessings

June 26, 2006

the pine grove
is a catacomb
of shafted moonlight,
a place of worship.

campfires are incense
for humans
who sing and talk
into the night.

the forest
becomes a creature,
as a billion sounds
speak as one.

Love Left Behind

June 18, 2006

How I wish to have him back –
even for a minute.

(We can give a lifetime in a minute.)

2006

The night Joe left

June 16, 2006

Joe asks me
to stay,
to keep
the earthly vigil
into this night.
He speaks no words;
nor do his eyes
look upon me.
No one knows
except he
and I.

This dad cannot
take leave of his family
while lying helpless –
unable to whisper
“don’t worry”
unable to say
goodbye.

exhausted,
the others begin
to go home.

It will be better
this way.
I the sentry
who falls asleep,
He the spirit who sheds
this breaking body.
this sweet life…

Joe continues to stare
at a ceiling he does not see
while his inner core
prepares for
departure.

Across the hall
irritated alarms tweak
the midnight silence
as some poor soul
gets up to
wander.

tell him
he can go – it is okay
to go.

Sitting in the visitor’s chair
at three
a.m.
I fall
victim
to
the
mathematical
drone
of
the
oxygen
machine…

Soon
after,
he touches me.

I awaken.

He is gone.

Missing Him

June 14, 2006

Let’s work backwards:

First, I will miss him just sitting in his chair
content to smile as if he had no needs –
connected by spirit, happy to be.

I will miss the shuffle of his brave feet
planting the walker ahead like an ice axe;
climbing mountains we could not see.

I will miss him presiding above the fondue
a sorcerer in the candle light,
stirring up batches of yuletide glee.

I will miss him saying grace at the helm
from which he would love, work, and lead
a life of no regret – a life of family.

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