Common

Unique and distinguished

We yet share

Woe and distress

Common shame and suffering

That in shadows full of dread

We feel them larger and unweildy

Stronger and unyielding

Then they appear once in the light

There are some, it’s true

Who feel not life’s great and awful sadness

Inexplicable angst

Isolated troubles

Suffering of spirit

When life’s gone all awry

Every step is wrong

Rolling on the floor in writhing agony

Alone and yet together

All this pain of life we weather

Hoping for an end

For some peace

For something better

For anything at all to lift us out of sorrow

From the sages to the pages

Sayings written once or twice

Hang on to love

Be open hearted

One more minute

One more hour

When subjected to the fires

Flames upon each wound

A subtle transformation

A phoenix rising plumed

Hold on to love

Keep going

Take your rest along the way

Remember this is common

Part of life to grieve this day

As the tide returns to shore

One wave after another

Joy will find you in the moonlight

Joy will find you in the dusk

Joy will wake you in the morning

Joy returns little by little

In that flower startled beauty

In the clouds suspended there

In the laughter of your loved ones

In the twilight somber falling

Common sorrow

Common beauty

Will find you there upon the sand

Unique and still distinguished

Healing slowly everywhere

Unspoken

Treasure, trash, and fallen blossom

What have you here in common

Laying, lying languid

On the ground

Decayed and disregarded

Bound for compost breaking down

Let loose the seeds of hopes unspoken

Let them roll and blow into the richest

Barest seam

Cracked rocks cupping dust

Of years now gone and passed

Grab hold of just one ripening

Swelling bursting dream

Each emotion watering

Rivulets and streams

Finding purchase in the barren

This treasure grows from both

The pleasant and the scream

Each rooted tendril seeking

Necessary nutrients embedded

In the rocky bottom of the deepest

Silent permutations

While rising from the surface of

A broken earth

Sprouts brand new incarnation

Incantated leaves

Unfurling and unfolding

Wings of every quiet quest

Growing there unspoken

Shoots of happiness

The Sky’s Blush

Two moments in time

Mine

Yours

Looking skyward and beyond

Into the infinite

Where touching briefly

Soft illumination

A comfort

A hope

In communion

With the all that is

We stretch across time

In two moments

Hearts beating the rhythm

Of changes to come

Pointing to a path not yet taken

The sun rises

The sun sets

As these moments roll away

And the path remains

What calls forth the spirit at dawn

What settles the mind at dusk

Tender shoots struggling for purchase

Reaching upward

To the sky’s blush

Midst

I’m lost in the midst

of what had been

and what could be

The only map

Is the hope of something

pure

or something

like love

I want to be closer

to perfect

and further away

from good

Apathy just doesn’t

hit like it used

to

So I care and care and care

Do you cry like I do

When someone is nice to you

A touch of warmth

on a brisk day

The cool breeze in the heat

Unusual

Welcome

I’m lost in the midst

Of what was lost

And what is yet to be gained

I can’t find my way home

yet

Searching for your heart

in the sea

Salt water rains

And waves toppling

that construct

I will see you clearly

tomorrow

if you take my hand

tonight

here in the midst

of imperfect

and almost good enough

person s hand touching wall
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Sprung

A little nugget

Wedged within

The sliver of space

Between

A rock and a hard place

Swelling with moisture

A crack in the opening

Rooted and growing

Emotions flowing upward

And outward

Emanating loveliness

A joyful play of colors

On a lonely stretch of road

A meeting of kindred spirits

Overlooked but not forgotten

What has sprung there in the darkness

But the renewal of hope vanquishing

The forlorn heart with love and understanding

This is how we grow, darling

In a tight spot

Sunlit

Effortless

So many things in life are hard

Difficult

Complex

We struggle just to rise some days

And float along the next

Such imperfect cadences

Flow smoothly to the rocky

Rapid stones within this winding river

Flung around a blinded bend

Straight into a logjam

How surprising

Unexpected

We are stuck while others pass us by

As we untangle from the brambles

That caught our little boat

Frustrated at

A nexus

Striving to be on the way again

We make paddles out of branches

Weaving them together

Like our lives tightly intertwined

The only thing that’s easy

The only thing that’s smooth

The one thing I can count on truly

Is this love I have for you

When it comes to you

My heart is steady

This love is

The well from which I draw

Effortless

This love is

Unending cosmic music through the

Galaxy

We are free now drifting slowly

We are holding on and letting go

We are graceful in slow motion

Certain when we come to racing water

The world around us whirling

We dance around the rapids now

Effortless

Together

Effortlessly

Bound

In spirit

This is why we try

Heart centered motivation

Love in daily action

Eyes opened wide and wider

To see each other clearer

While we navigate this stream

My love is effort

Effortlessly sound

water stream
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Lids No Pans

A quick look into a Banker’s box

Reveals a carefully wrapped lid

Cardboard folded over carefully

Taped down tight

Around a glass and stainless steel lid

Whose pan now resides in another state

Under a different cover, another too

All the planning and packing

Came to nothing

In the rush of last minute decision making

I have lids, no pans

And life is like that sometimes

Someone has pans with no lids

They got the better end of the donation decision

And I am left holding these lids

What does one do with orphaned lids

Will I take them with me to a thrift store

To see if I can find a rough mismatch match

Can I repurpose them for something useful

Use them to create something beautiful

For now they will be fine

Wrapped up in storage

While the back of my mind explores the paths

Of possibilities

I’ve been down this road myself

Removed of my purpose

Again and again

What to do with this life

When the obvious route came to an abrupt end

Redefining as I go

Letting go of the definition

Using a soft eye to see the greater wider vision

Taking tentative steps

Always asking

Is this a good step

Is this right

Wanting stride forward boldly

Wanting to move quickly into something new

Held back with the knowing

That what seems to be firm ground

Can give way suddenly

And leave me with lids

No pans

And a world of possibility

For creative problem solving

Hoping for a mismatched match

grey steel kitchenwares
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I Met You In Darkness

I waited there

Arms clutched around scabbed knees

Dirty face streaked with tears

Feet bare and calloused

Wrecked

Wracked

Wretched

Eyes closed tight against the world

Ears shut listening to the void

No whisper

No echo

No

Escape

I HELD MY BREATH

Until my pounding heart demanded

A little longer than that

Calming along all lines

Drawn and redrawn

I TOOK A BREATH

There is no reason

“Why would they do that?”

There is no reason

No logic

Not an answer to the question

I waited for you in the dark

To arrive with answers

Reason

Logic

Oh, but I met you there

I met you in darkness

And all you had to give me

What you gave me there in the darkest night

Like a small spark of hope

Like a brief touch of peace

Like the sun streaming through grey skies

When I met you in darkness

You gave me someone to love

No reason

Not logical

The glowing heart of you

Shining spirit

I still look for you

In the dark

A Distinction

Does the rose have hopes of red

A longing for a certain shade

Velvet texture crimson

And is that rose disappointed

By its hue of white yellow or pink

Or does that rose grow

In the shade of its genetic distinction

Glowing softly in the evening light

And will the dandelion cry

That it is not a rose

And lacks the thorns and reverence

Bestowed upon its kin

Will it wish to be gathered into bouquets

Symbolizing love

Or is it happy to be medicinal

Golden sunspots on the lawn

Will it revel in its distinction

Pithy roots and hollow stemmed

And will I grow in my distinction

Into the form genetically bestowed

Taking talent and experience

Mixed with trials and errors

And grow within and without my bounds

Not looking at the rose or at the dandelion

With envy or disdain

Can I pull courage from the earth itself

And hopes down from the sky

Transmuting ethereal energy into a

Common cosmic flow

Of love

Will I dance in gentle breezes

And bend low in the storm

Will the sunlight bid me open

And the twilight bid me close

But most of all will I grow here

In this individual distinction

Let my colors be my colors

Without regret or woe

Let my texture be my texture

Each leaf and petal flowing

Out from center

In its predetermined pattern

And will I choose to walk a path

And a destiny pursue

Which will add to life’s collection

Of bountiful blessings

Will I bloom

Buried Alive

There’s a moment of desperation

When it all goes awry

A breakneck pace of events

Wondering

Will you live or

Will you die

Inevitable

Of course

A chance encounter

Might brush one off the path

Without warning

And yet

That stark clarity

Ultraviolet black light

Superimposition

Wreath while waiting in between diagnostic tests

Adrenaline rush

Of an intruder within

One’s own body

Sacred

Terms of terror

Biopsy

Will you live or die

Heads or tails

And how does one prepare

To say those

Words to family and friends:

“I’ve been caught out with a fatal condition

(LIFE)

with no cure and no hope but for a painless end.”

~ diagnosed to die
Waiting with a wall quilt

And to feel like I’ve

Let them down

And failed somehow

To survive another chapter and that

The writer of my life

Has no mercy

Is killing the character

I had loved to hate and

Hated to love

The character I learned to

Cherish and value

And yet here we were

We were buying burial plots

And stitching a shroud

Of memories for the end

Images were taken of

My insides inside out

Technicians tears and mine

Were mingled in the doubt

This year spent shielded

From the virus

Only to be vaccinated

And find death sneaking

In a back door left

Unguarded

In the waiting room. It would be good news, but we didn’t know that yet

How death cheated I supposed

How apropos I figured

Because again I felt

That precious wonder in

Each breath

I want to live

I want to live

And all those images

Would say that

There’s a small suspicious spot

It’s early

No matter if the worst

Case comes to pass

You’ve got this and it

Feels just like

A second chance

Life is short, and we never know, really, how short it will be

My good friend went with me to the urgent care, and to the stat diagnostic appointment the next morning. The period between the initial visit and the test results were fraught with tension, grief, preparation, and panic. The nurse, doctors, technicians were all compassionate, caring, and made this process less isolating than it could have been. A later appointment with the surgeon confirmed a probable positive prognosis. There still may be a significant journey ahead, but my chances are good, and I am grateful for that.

In addition to that, I am making some big life changes – in the middle of moving back to a place a used to live. I’m shedding all of my possessions but what fits into two car loads. The rest I have been, and am still, giving away. What I bring back into my life will be carefully evaluated for usefulness and beauty and character.