Sunday, September 15, 2019

Love

Washed in an early autumn rain, these 
Tears hot then 
Cold, coursing slick like old sorrows 
Arrowing down my cheeks into the 
Heart of my emotions, 
Flooding my way as I pick through 
What the whole cloth of my
Life feels like,
Rents and all, 
The fabric is stretched and 
Fraying, but it holds

Still, what will never resolve, because
Is doesn’t resolve, settles:
Tacit
Protected and
Preserved,
Honored,
A fine way through, although 
Not easy
I toss and turn the word over and over,
I let it settle, knitting into my
Bones, my
Breath and sinew, 
Tacit. 

Seeking resolution,
Because breath compels, 
Because the heart beats,
Time after time I 
Find I just don’t want anyone else 
And, I don’t want to be anywhere else.  

Here, in some hard-fought 
Fulsomeness, hard-won honesty, which is 
A powerful place to be, 
Scary and demanding,
I slip into a universe of tension 
I won’t relinquish,
Summoning steadiness, for the why of it
I’ll never know,
It just
Is.

Monday, September 2, 2019

It’s Just the Rain

I’ve been fallow, 
Lost in the angers, fears, un-understandables...
The own creative mine of me sleeping, 
Stunted and afraid. 
But as I flipped through a magazine tonight 
With unseeing eyes,
On a page, a rush of words,
Poesy, 
Perhaps reminding me some 
Way to better balance. 
Even a hard rain, though, 
Like in this moment, once
Familiar in the way of comfort
Now frightens me. 
And what is happening is 
Everywhere unimaginable 
Now, 
I do not know what to do 
With this
And so, and
So I will just let it be.