she bends over the table

she bends over the table
to bring her voice close to him
asking if there is anything
he needs from her
or if his cup is full
and he is comfortable
desiring nothing
of her

he wants not to burden her
carry nothing for me he tells her
and so she turns
in all of her thirst
his eyes fixed on her leaving
lips parted
and praying
for her return



You have been dealt
full hands
of life and death
prematurely passed on to you
by the too far removed
older children
who have forgotten
what it’s like
to color outside the lines
to see the world for the first time
to imagine impossible things
and make them real
with cardboard
and tape
Your elders
we’ve heard more than you
we’ve seen more than you
we know more than you
but no more than you
remind us
of our youth
and promises
broken by our elders
and so long since abandoned
in exchange for such knowledge
You have witnessed
again and again
the violence
you were instructed
to never invoke
and if you did
you were struck
You have listened
as parents
cry for their children
only their children
no other children
not your friends
not our neighbors
only their children
You see
we have also
how to cry
and why
You are more than
You are more than
You are more than
You are more than
the future
You are even greater than
the sum of your dreams
You see
as the tree sheds
a generation
to grow taller and deeper
You may come to know
how we did love you
but never learned
how to
let go
until the fall
You see
it may be
the greatest lessons
You will learn from us
are those
we never learned


I am so grateful
we found each other
after being apart
in myriad places
scattered across
unspeakable distances
over unknown years

You were of a falcon’s feather
for a while
I briefly in a leaf
on a spider’s thread
spinning in the breeze
You graced the sky
grazed its highest layer
rode its constant winds
over every nameless body
I rode on a snail’s shell
moved at the pace
of unfolding top soil
You met a cloud
gathered its vapor
and fell
towards earth
I was taken back
by a tree
and rose skyward

then, now
after unintelligible time
here we are
You and I
every element
in its perfect path
for seeing each other
how good
to be pulled together
in this space
how phenomenal
to meet
and to listen
to the stories of our past
full well
neither will this last

for we remain
only occurrences
of dust and carbon
between earth and heaven
a night’s fire
turning to ember
just as it began
to remember

as we happen
again we’ll dissolve
taken apart
by the same winds
that brought us

so for now
I rejoice in


for winter

a consolation for winter
a clear view of sunrise
a longer track of birds
cutting through the frozen air
and bone white sycamore limbs
shed bare

one friend has enough
then storms away
another friend has more than enough
and returns in a tempest

the smallest, quietest
turns into breeze


so in love

Can you possibly imagine
the impression
of flocks of starlings
and grackles
and the annual crow migration
on the thirsty eyes
of a young boy?

Dark silhouettes
gliding through gray
milky skies
A waterfall of wings
golden elms
and evergreens
Conscious clouds
till pausing
in unison
and fleeing
the hawk unseen
alerted by silence
Every one
must listen

Can you even imagine
the sway
of the hush
feathers and air
on a boy
so in love with
the wind?



I wonder
if one day
some day
we’ll settle in
to our skin
just in time
to kiss goodbye
and break up
and fall apart
into rubble
stone and water
starting all over
as it was
in the beginning
and ever shall
be repeating

I wonder
if we’ll ever consider
the ordinary things
that affect time
like gravity
and where we place our feet
and stress hormones
and how fast bodies move
and away
from each other
and how time
would stop
all together
if those bodies
were to touch

I wonder
if we’ll ever reach
the irrevocable era
when blood
is only offered
never taken
when souls
are not forsaken
only heart-beaten
battered by loss
and unfettered adoration
marred by the scars
of tally marks
of the days
since we laid
down our arms
so as to lay
in each other’s arms