Child

No reason my heart ought beat
No logic

Save you, who saves me

From nothingness, thinks me something
From absence, brings me present

No reason, no logic
But perfect sense

Worse Than Evil

You pretty poppy
In absence of evidence
Sentient and culpable

Gouged mine eyes
Conquered my brain
Euphoric rush

My soul, my skin
Rotted from without
Look at me

Look at me now!
From the depths of my downfall, I say
You pretty poppy

Orange Dream

I’m sad like a leftover quart of rainbow sherbet purchased on last October’s last sizzling-hot day

I burst out of the schoolhouse that Autumn afternoon, determined to hold fast to my gratitude for the sun and the heat that’s fleeting that time of year

My only goal, to fight back against the falling back that steals my morning sunlight, even when I’m mindful

The temperature dropped the very next day, as did my heart, as did my interest in the rainbow, interest in the heat, my interest in the sherbet.

It’s almost June now, is just how sad

Accessed Abundance

And so the bus took me
Careened into my path and made me say goodbye long before I’d feel able

The undercurrent drew my name
Encircled my entrenched legs, thinking, “Why wait another night?”

Here I live now

No where to sit except pretty
No place to swim but the deep

None ticket nor tide table in hand
These things are not needed

First Of All

I am not God
But I know a truth
So I will say what

Let us recreate Woman
What the divine image!
Be she blessed

Let us grant her dominion
See these creatures
In need of a fruitful goddess

Let us know her abundance
Let us call her good
Let us rest

River Continuum

The thief has arrived, long in advance, and the theft has already begun

The all-too-familiar strategy…make them concede before sunrise

Their sleep, their breath, the hope for warmth today

NOW comes this, as it has, since before the beginning of time

The River Continuum -a respite, of sorts…a shimmering place, just for peace

Inhale the heat, take back the Now that is here