hesitation on the horizon
sun takes one last look
then dips his flushed face,
blushing at moon’s
flirtations
and oh,
that first dusky moment;
earth-scented,
ever so still
then a splash
of wanton purple
streaks the east
sky dancing
westward
crickets and frogs sing
its arrival
prowling cats become
luminous-eyed tigers,
pouncing at creeping
shadows and
I become a night sound,
rustling
mysterious
in my sheets.
today
part of me brushed
cat-like against you
batting a teaspoon, grazing
your shins, my whole body
a question mark:
(where did you
come from? how have
you been?)
as always, you crossed
the room to let
me out, and let me in
instead
A fingernail moon rises in reverse as
a star spark ignites the horizon.
Sun-dogs lap at dew frost, leaving
delicate tongue prints on windows, and
face down in the waning dim
I lap at slumber, dreaming of endless sidewalks.
But, sidewalks are for strangers and
will not lead me to you.
You, a paradox…
an 8 tipped on its side; fire flakes
dancing with snow.
A humbling parallax of radiance
and shadow.
To find you, one must always
walk the periphery of change; know
that your migrations are limited
only by imagination. To recognize
you, one must never be
of the same mind twice.
I am drawn to you, like
frost is to faces; frost to frozen windows
in this early dawn, and
when morning
births an afternoon,
baffling dreams will slide
from my dilated mind…
become exquisite
memories of something yet
to happen.
This poem is extremely old, and I am putting it here to remind myself that I used to be able to string words together in a way that satisfied that…itch. You know the itch.
The riddle is this:
Does a heart beat on its own
or does love drive it?
Today I took my 2 year old son for a windwalk. It started as a sidewalk kind of deal, and then became a walk to the berm alongside the highway. This is one of his favorite things to do. Ever. He thinks it’s a mountain. The path is a river. The sky is a giant lake. There is TALL GRASS and short grass. He saw an ambulance and a woman riding a quad with no helmet or even a jacket.
Did I mention that it was cold today? Even little dude thought she was crazy:
“Why she wasn’t wearing a jacket, mommy?” was all I heard on the way home.
He drives my heart. Every warm, cozy, jacketted inch of him.
No jacket here. I just love this photo of him.
