Friday, May 4, 2012

My Spirit Splashes

My spirit bathes in
still ponds
 little tidal eddies
and  the grace
of rain on sage
carried by prairie winds
Godly waters leak inside me
hollowing out the caverns of
my soul with something holy
 the spiritual promise
in sulfur spray that shoots from
faithful geysers
and the soothing calm of
cool running mountain waters

like little wisps of moss
growing slowly
on unmoving river stones
I remember that
 time and water always
 all ways
find a way to flow

with all ten fingertips,
grasping for a taste of heaven
and I see myself in
the lips of trout that break surface
 reaching for low buzzing insects
  kissing the unknown above 

 awkward in my humanity
like misty bouncing water droplets
springing off  of heavy boulders
and fragile ferns alike
as they tumble the waterfall
Like every drip of rain,
and every snowflake that ever fell
my being wants nothing
but the soothing saltiness of the ocean
to wash my sins away

my spirit splashes 
 in the grace of rain on sage
carried by prairie winds

Monday, April 9, 2012

Rain Creek

Riding along
with my head on your shoulder
                          and feet out the window
the cotton woods rain white ashes
on the windshield of your Chrysler New Yorker
with the cigarette burns on the seats
We lose our selves on old country roads
that know each other so well not even
the locals really know where one ends
and the next begins
Out the passenger window
                      I can barely see
the green fields of next year's wheat
absorbing the last of this day's warmth
I watch you smoke with one hand,
the other draped around my bare shoulders
you steer with your left knee
and I wonder
where the ashes fall to
once they've escaped your fire


somedays it seems to me
 that everybody and everything is
 trying to pick apart
the ground of truth I've built
for myself
suddenly all sureness
seems dissolved to thin air
out of the blue I find myself
wobbling on stilts of uncertainty
crisp black and white piles
become sullen grey puddles
and nothing is anything
but muddled anymore

Nothin but Skittles

I know, I know, I know...
We just stopped talking about Trayvon Martin.
We just took a step toward moving on
by going a minute or two without thinking of him.

But I say, "Hey! It's about time somebody reminded us again."
Trayvon is a mother's Son. Trayvon is a father's Son.
Trayvon is lost.
Therefore, I remind you;
If "We Are Trayvon!" then surely,
We, too, are lost.

If I can shine a small light into the despair
of this darkness, let it be the light of empathy:

If it were your kid dead,
Clutching nothing but Skittles...
You wouldn't be done fighting for him.
If it were your child's chest blown open...
while Zimmerman took his gun home that night,
You'd not be done just yet.

You know it.  I know it.
Every parent who'll stop to check
their safe and sleeping child tonight - knows it.
Not one of us needs to know the others race to know this truth.

And so, I say,
"I am not done yet."
I am not ready to move on from Trayvon.
Because if he were my kid dead,
Clutching nothing but skittles...
I wouldn't ever be done fighting for him.
Not ever.


I'm haunted by it
since you left
actually always have been
just not as enjoyable
as it was
when you were here
and I used to watch you breath
rather than stare
at the wallow
you left behind in my mattress

Ocean Day

almost rhyming
in and out the ocean waves

oh so salty cold

walking away from you
the sand squishes up over my feet
between my toes
into the heels of my blue jeans

follow me
into this sea - join me
this side of these crashing waves
let us splash
and be children and lovers in the same moment

let time flow on the other side of the tide
may it wash over us
and never move us from this instant

almost rhyming
this side of love's crashing wave
it's oh so cold
walking away from you

Every word applies

on paper
in my head
from my heart
carved in stone
born of wind
made of clay
any word
every word
 this;that; there; then
here; how their; now;
 yours; his; hers; theirs;mine;
all words apply
when I think of you
any word will do
and every word does
loving you
every word applies