Time

unfurled
by urban gusts
swept away
by undercurrents
moistened
by spray moorings
loosened
salted sparkles
in the granite
in the sand
neither tide
nor time
can be told

May 21-24, 2010 Rockport and Gloucester "These things take time," he said, and gazed beyond the sea. I'm never sure what he sees.

Blind Drunk

Groping forward
her cane feeling
for the walkway
the bag she carries
rips.

Bud Ice rolls
into the street
as she cries out
in fear of a darkness
that can swallow
more than the colors
of the sun.

The bluest of skies
her backdrop
she curses,
kneels to grasp
the only savior
that she knows.

She doesn't want my help.

And anyway
I am loathe to gather up
another's poison.

It's only Bud.

Even a frothy
stein of Weissbier
sweetened by raspberry
tart with a lemon slice
isn't worth death.

Copyright 2010

Wings

Soaring on steel
I fly so close
to the sun
igniting hope
and then
singed
falling
falling

To dust and ashes

Voids unfilled
by parting
curtains
legs
or souls
shrink and vanish

Blinding rays
through bending crystal
scorch me

On bended knee
I pray

The sun sets
I'm alone
in the silky dusk
and peace floats in
on wings of gossamer

Hello, God.

Copyright 2011

Yesterday

The below poem was inspired this morning by an incredibly brave person I know.

Today, I am a father;
Yesterday, I didn't believe in one.
Today, I soar on wings of gossamer;
Yesterday, I couldn't see my angel.
Today, I awaken in sunshine;
Yesterday, The rain fell on me alone.
Today, I dance in golden fields;
Yesterday, I cried despite the roses.

Today, I am a mother;
Yesterday, I held life inside me.
But I was not born.

Security Systems

Your reputation
falsely sullied
cannot destroy you,
because the world knows better

Your child's candy
eaten by an adult
is the gift of a lesson
to be learned

Rent not paid
does not have to have a cost,
as you have wealth

Betrayal of your trust
needlessly and selfishly done
cannot hurt you,
for you too would tell the truth if asked

Losing serenity
so carefully built
is not God's theft
but your own

Your karma
is your payment and
it covers all the bills

Doors

Locks on your mind
Spiral stairs always
downward falling, falling
Dreaming tsunamis
drowning in the power
of an earthquake
Keys lost
Keys found
Muscles not used
throbbing with effort
tense with the climb
The top of the staircase
will never be reached
yet we ascend.

Red

A rose is a rose is a rose until it becomes so red it spontaneously combusts, ignites like the outskirts of a sunset, flames with ecstacy emblazoned across the sky like that of a secret finally spoken, a door opened wide.