Watching the Sunset

I sit on hard stones

Feet dangling

Heels bumping, scraping

Soles finding purchase

At last

The sky mellowed in periwinkle

Above begins the descent

To meet me where I am

Without you

Here in the dark

In this cold

In this void

Faint flickering lights

Parsecs apart

An impossible distance

Against all reason

The fire within me

Answers the sudden flare

of orange in the heavens

I am flame and heat

Living light

I am whole and healed

Connected to

Every star burning

In this cosmos

Eternal

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How’s the Weather?

The day threatened to swelter

The night took one step back

I was crying at the kitchen sink

Too hot and tired to pray

The dogs lay on the cool tile floor

Napping to the beat

My heart started to crumble

Nothing ventured down the hall

“Babe” echoed and resounded

I fell apart and gained

There is no sorrow quite just like

What came in with the rain

I’m shrinking from the spotlight

Fleeing back against the wall

I could bloom here very nicely

Purple petals waving gently

Too many eyes can see me

And I’m fastened to the floor

If I move my arms just right

Can I fly away again

Just myself and twinkling stars

In a vacuum isolated

Snuggled deep inside a comfort zone

I could sleep while they all waited

But the moment shouldered past

My fears and hesitations

The dishes now are drying

Wrung from their moisture laden faces

A little ocean settling

From a stormy perturbation

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Feral Heart (with Audio)

No longer civilized running barefoot

Wildly dancing frenzy beating faster

Untamed uncaught unremarkable under a June sky

Clouds lowered over canopied lawns

The trees chanting with gesticulated limbs

And the wind howling howling howling

My heart is wild

My heart is gone

Racing racing racing

Water falls in fat drops slowly

Lazy rain

All the time in the world to fall

Carelessly

Gravity is not pulling them down

Each drop chooses its target and descends

Hit or missing languidly

On the hill with crumbled stones

Paved into shape

Nature called to them

The stones broke free

Water and wind handed them the tools of escape

Love is waiting

Love is calling

Love is the howling wind and lazy rain

Love is the waving arboreal arms

I hear you

My heart

I am running up over the twilight

Jumping into a pool of stars

Into the deep expanse of space

Expanding until I find the trail

Leading me home to you

And your wilderness

Aspirations of a Bubble Universe

There was the void

An aching, fluid darkness

How long did it grow there

Taking shape

Expanding

Until

Pierced from without

Into the void flowed

Cosmic dust and starlight

Injected in swirling galactic eddies

Did sentient beings evolve

Living, warring, breeding, dying

As the stars drifted in the universal currents

In a cruel reversal of fate

Moments later

Eons later

The void collapsing

The stars, the planets, the light drawn along

A single strong current

Black hole with undeniable pull

Wormhole with inescapable grasp

Devouring every star

Swallowing every particle

Every mote removed

Until even

The void itself withdrew

Replaced by nothing

The former edges of the universe

Become a single layer

In spacetime

Somewhere

Somewhen else

A darkness begins to expand

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I had a scary medical thing happen, which I wrote about here in the post Buried Alive. Yesterday, I went to have the biopsy done.

My friend drove me to what would have been the biopsy. She left me when they led me back into a second reception room. Even though I knew there would be a terrific chance of survival, a cancer diagnosis is still scary – more procedures, more doctor’s appointments, more expense, possible side effects would all have been in order.

The procedure was explained, what to expect, who would be in the room, the order things would happen, the equipment which would be used, the sounds that would be made – a very thorough and welcome explanation. And then the doctor came in to speak with me – to answer questions, and explain that there was a good chance that what had shown up as a suspicious spot might have been just a shadow.

Waiting in the small reception room with some wallflowers.

Just a shadow.

And they would try to confirm or deny. If there was no spot, then no biopsy. Nothing to biopsy. No cancer.

But they could go ahead and aspirate that cyst if I liked, either way. Yes, please.

They used an imaging scanner during the aspiration, and I watched the whole thing, which is as described above in the poem. I continue to be amazed at medical technology, and grateful to the people who learn it, use it, and who bring their compassion with them to their jobs.

And that is how I have come to have needed no biopsy, and have aspirations instead.

I told them that my dreams of being irradiated could wait for, perhaps, another day.

It was a good day to find out I don’t have cancer.

Later that day, I walked up to get some ice cream.

Walked by the old railroad tracks which have been converted into a walking/biking trail.

It was a beautiful day for ice cream.

You’ve Left Me an Opening

The walls were taken down so long ago

Stones and rubble piled to the side

Determined saplings reaching skyward

Roots snaking through the cracks in search of nourishment

The path is narrow and

Little used

Who passed this way last

Matters not

My feet are bare against the dewy grasses

The earth is guiding me home

There is a perimeter

Where I await

At the opening

For the invitation to

Approach

Deep in the wilderness

Untamed and free

The breeze catches on my dress

Birds singing lovely in the trees

A breath catching moment

Life itself beckons from the ruins

“Dance and sing”

Sun setting gently

Moon rising

Stars will twinkle a melody

Divine

I dance beneath

A shimmering sky

Through the opening

You left for me

The Cosmic Beat

In the beat of my heart

The rhythm of you sounded

My eyes had not seen your face then

What grew there in the amongst the stars

Shimmering in space

Vast and concientious

I began to tell our story

Born aloft on dreams

Gazing into firelight

Soundings plucked from strings

Time unraveled wholly

Meaning grew from words

In a garden planted seedlings

Were notes in letters written

By the love bug bitten

The song flew from my spirit

To meet you there beyond

Listen, darling, to the music

Hear me in the harmony

I am the song in you

You are the song in me

Together we will play this hand

Dealt eternally

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No Moon on Sunday

Though I sleep deeply and well

Some nights the glow of the full moon

Pulls me from my bed into the quiet

Early morning darkness

To admire her fullness

I have brought chairs out into lawns

From the Caribbean to Vermont

From the Midwest to Saudi Arabia

Wide awake in calm reverence

To sit and meditate upon her face

On mornings like this

On mornings just like this

The sun has bid me rise

A golden beginning to the day

There is a light weight upon the morning

Of all the early mornings when

Roused from slumber to alertness

When I crept through dark abodes

While others slept unknowing

To keep vigil as the sun renewed

A hope as secret and as known

As there could be

That there be love and meaning

And goodness in the world

And in me

A shining promise that this could

Be so

The light finds me waiting

For that gentle touch upon the sky

Timelessly marking time

Just born

I am as old as the earth

As old as the stars

I have just begun to shine