Wild Places

I remember how the air wrapped around my arms

A little cooler as the sun lowered out of sight

The dirt path beneath my bare feet

A thrum emanating from the trail

Oh, how bright the moon shined

Not quite full

Small, wispy clouds curling like smoke

Each tree shimmered in the fading light

Some leaves had turned, and some had fallen

Lush green still dominated the canopy

Stepping lightly along the soft earth

What did I follow

Why did I go and not turn back

This mystery ahead calling me

Into the dark forest

The trail narrowed and twisted

I climbed and descended

Touching my palm against this smooth bark

Against that rippled surface

Too low to hear it

I could feel the vibrations

Ahead of me

Glowing faintly brighter before

fading

I reached and stretched

My paws scratched through the surface

My fur brushed against the underbrush

As I ran loping up the mountain

Soon enough

The rest of the pack had joined me

A short stretch of communion

Then they veered off t o the left

To the right

And the summit was mine

I howled

Sending my spirit into the night sky

A flare into the void

I listened for you then

In a palpable silence

In a tense quiet

Again I set loose all my longing

A sound terrible echoing to this day

I am sillouette

A dream

An illusion of loss and desire

Waiting for the answering call

Of your soul

Unquenched in the wild places

Endless desolation

Sometimes I still hear that awful silence

As I add another item

To the cart

And stand in line to check out

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Fragile (with audio)

Sandcastles and porcelain

The ice layer formed just above flowing water

A second day bruise

We build and build

Careers

Identity

Relationships

Longing for longlasting

Pieced together like paper thin ice

Over an air pocket above flowing water

Drop the porcelain

See it shatter into sharp shards

Watch the waves of time wash away the work

Of a lifetime

And we build and build

Ants pouring out of a nest to remove and replace

Each misplaced grain of sand disturbed by the giant feet of fate

And one day we breathe

A pause in the scurry-hurry tedium

And listen to who we are

Who we are

Who are we

What are we

A small flame in the dark night

The rise of the sun glowing on the horizon

The waves reaching for the shore

Coming close then retreating

The sprout of a seed in a slow rise to heaven

Breathing life into every action

Breathing love into every thought

We leave building behind us

And reveal ourselves

The revelation arrived on the breath

The flow unstoppered flows from the vessel

Nothing has changed

Everything is different

The outer is still fragile

Unforgiving

Inside is strength eternal

Compassionate

We dare to love

We dare to dream

Building once again with reverence

Building once more with intention

Understanding that it will

Of course

All wash away

It will shatter

And it is worth it

Still

Additional offerings:

Kicked to the Curb (with Audio)

On a dingy curb they sat

She in a dress once white

Grubby ruffles sliding down

From scabbed knees

Bare feet in the gutter

A thin arm wrapped around

His shoulders boney under

A faded blue shirt

His grim shorts matched

The grey cement

She called his name as she

Held him

Grabbed his elbows then

Wove her arms into his

The traffic in front of them

Pulsed in fumes and beats

Music poured out from cracked

Windows

Behind them legs took people

Quickly to their next appointment

She called his name

She called his name

I need you, she said

She called his name

I’m sorry, so sorry, so sorry

She called his name

Please survive

I will find you

In this bubble outside of time

Pact struck

Within the swirling city

That never was

Children who never were young

Spit on palms and clasped hands

Making promises

For the future

Writing hope into the lamplight

Singing dirges to the past

Drawing stick figures in grime

A couple kissing

Two in love

Encircled by an asymmetric heart

And when they woke

To another day in hell

Apart and never parted

Hanging on by a thin thread

Woven from a fragment of a

Dream half remembered

Until the day it was needed

“I’m glad you made it,” she said

“I feel selfish for needing you to survive that.”

“I hope you found some joy in the sunlight,

And laughter in the wind,

And peace in the water,

And love growing up from the soil.”

Possibilities swirled around them

Standing there between the light

And the Abyss

A single path began to coalesce

As he slid his hand into hers

“I said I would find you,” he told her

Every star in the sky became a blossom

Every flower in the meadow burst into flames

Birds became dragons

Whales flew through purple skies

Smoke curled up from stone chimney

A cat slept next to a dog in front of the hearth

They curled together under a blanket on the couch

She began to read to him from an unfinished book

When he closed his eyes for a moment

Under the words she spoke, he heard her call his name

And his name meant home to her

And so he stayed

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Forest Heart

By lantern light, she walked the forest path

Shadows dancing with the light it cast

Near the fairy gate she trod

Barefoot on mossy coated sod

Placed lantern in a boulder nook

Next to the quiet bubbling brook

She waited for the sun to rise

Beneath the clear and starry skies

Around her swirled in gilded guise

The spirits of the woodland wise

Whispering of secret stores

Tales of hidden treasure hoards

She begged them off her time to wait

For she had come to meet her fate

As the morning rays pierced canopy

She found her heart among the leaves

Her head she laid upon its breast

To dream all day in tranquil rest

When she awoke her heart reclaimed

Her voice she lifted to proclaim

A calling to the earth and sky

The treasure which she sought to find

Had always been inside her mind

She took up the empty lantern case

In the fading light of setting sun

She made her way back home

Through winding forest path she went

She walked the long road home

She walked the road alone

Daily Poem 11/29/2020

The cathedral of you

Divine light flowing from your eyes

A warmth of spirit in the air you breathe

Strong supports uplifting

Multicolored hope shining brightly

I would sing within you

Of the trees and sky and winter’s grace

Of stones and roots and river bends

In harmonies of tempered notes

Written by swords long rusted by

Time’s eternal march

There in the forest standing alone

A shrine of love

Open the doors

To the infinite drumming

Of life’s pure dream

The contemplation of the sacred

Fire within

A song without end

A song without an end