Our Song

i was not meant to speak wisely
or with self-assured lies
instead i lift you with my voice
to reach harmonic highs
catch you with the low notes when you fall
on a soft and fluffy bed
pausing long enough to let the silence
speak of love unsaid

still life

silver waves standing
still on ocean sky
stopping to say
Shhhhhhhhhhhhh

Driving Home

fingers press piano keys
and tap dance on the wheel
rain clinks against the glass
saturating the air
with lonely hearts
trapped in traffic
in metal cages
and mental anguish

listen to the radio, the rain
hearts beating, hearts bleeding
to be free
are they crying or laughing
on their journey home?

Three Poems

Being Leaves

quivering to her hushed whispers
they sway to her song
infused with her breath
and the sun
signing the air
with fluttering exclamations

..o
......f
..................s
............e
......y


The Scientist

he cradles numbers like I do words
delicately weaving them into the quilt
of his mind’s design
gently rocking them to sleep as he dreams
of them floating, suspended in his sky
Greek symbols his stars
constellations of equations
sewing his world together
with infinite possibilities


Forecast

he says the sun rises
between my breasts
and sets in the darkness
of my eyes

if i am the sun
he must be the rain
calling my hairs
to stand on end
thirsty for
his monsoon kisses
the flood
of him

Reunion

 

pink wave
curling in
breaking against
native shores
tracing me
tasting love
sending ripples
through me
long after
you recede

One

a dewdrop clings to a petal
afraid to fall
to be absorbed

a dewdrop falls
to water the roots
of the same flower

Time Travel

driving through this town
i look inside my rearview mirror
trying to hold the mottled distortions
of color and air in my hands
as they slip through the cracks
of fingers and memory
into the wind of nothing

the road extends into
unfamiliar scenery

where am i going?
where have i been?

i brake lightly to stop
break the trance
break out of the car

into this moment
where what has passed
and what is yet to come
are destinations
faraway from here

Just Breathe

My father read this somewhere, and shared it with me. It was exactly what I needed to hear. How did he know???

Today, I’d like to share it with you all:

Breath in love
Breath out forgiveness

We spend so much time blaming others for our imperfect lives that we forget our own capacity to love and forgive. Conversations are miniature battles in the World War of Anger. We expect to get love for free like we expect traffic to clear for us, or the weather to change for us, or our families and friends to clue in to our discontent.

The laws of karma are simple. You can’t get what you don’t give. So, I invite you to be a model today, and every day that you remember this. Your neighbor inhales what you exhale.

Just breathe.