Nocturne

This midnight restlessness of mindthat drives me room to roomis once again awake:when all the world is dark and dreamingit drives me softly,something seeking… A child in the window framegazing out on night-times’s day,held in thrallby lunar lightthat casts the night-landssoft and fey… A girl enwrapped in arms,entranced,over mothsthat dash and danceabout the silent night-light in the …

Night Running

Under a skynetted with starslike gemsin the sweeping wavesof holy tresses… Wind sighslike divine breathof the world aroundand with itI also breathe… Running, runningkinlessunder the skyMoon, the lanternfull as a pearl,a heart,the senseson a night like this… In such solitudealone and yetby all the world embracedI wonder,Where in all of itare you? 2014

Solitude

Wandering–flickering quietlya fragment of my soulin peaceable night,eternal playgroundof gods and planets,stars and dust and dreams… Hearkening–to a thread of tonea music simpleand profoundand not entirelyunknown… Wondering–Shall I follow?Cast my curiosityupon the solar windstack this way and thatuntil I cometo findthe instrument,the player of this theme? Or–wander on–embracing solitude,and safe? November 2009 November 2009

I AM NOT WHITE

I am not white… Not white, but tones of pinkof gentle shades of tawnywith constellations on my skinof greater and lesser magnitudesof brown. My eyes are blueor sometimes more like grey.It’s a mood thingor a product of surroundingsand ecologies. My blood is redas brightas anyone’s.  My hair has lived throughsun-touched goldand lightish, dullish brown,and through fads …

Lament

I’m sorry, I can’t love youas maternal love should be…Out here I standbeyond the glass, a wall of distancebetween my heart and the world. Love’s such a quiet subtle thingso easily drowned outby need and wantand hungers wailingfrom a time,the time when childrenlearn to loveby being loved. I’m sorrythat my missing piecesmake this puzzlethat is …

Mother and Child

I cannot quite put a finger on it,nor pin down the feelings in my heartnow I am home from visiting with you…A deal of history lies there between usas it has lain, gathered over years of awkwardness,uncertainty,resentment,guilt,embarrassment;over many moments miscalculated,misinformed,misunderstoodthat still stand between us… Now I am older,with grown children of my own;You are oldand …

THE DAY BETWEEN

Considering with weary heart and jaded eyeall the stacks and racks and knicks and knacks, that loom left over and left undonefrom yesterdays and yesterweekslast month, last season,even all a lifetime’s matters still requiring answers and corrections and response…  Before this week is out I knowdecisions must be made, uncertainties confronted and if possible allayed, anxieties faced down, potentially …

Against the Pane

I did believe that Ino longer cared:Immunity attained,myself now proofagainst the sightof others driftingin the rosy joyful clouds,the bliss of knowinganother,and being knownacceptedwelcomedtouched and moved,embraced,enjoyed… That lessons learned in painwere by now set hardwithin a heart crazedby experience,firmly welded into a wholeby wisdom… Apparently not.

What Would You Do For a Klondike Bar?

Watching EVIL on Netflix. Interesting… It’s the metaphor of the perpetual battle of Good vs Evil through the filters of the Catholic Church vs the Demonic Heirarchy. That isn’t the point of it though, that’s just the vehicle for the stories. The point is that we make choices, that we choose the influences that help …