Backroads

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There’ll be no bicycle parked outside my heart
At your disposal

Your hands are unclean
Your feet too unwilling
Not enough strength in your lungs

To ride with my whimsy

I backtrack along backroads that lead to sunflower fields
And I’ve seen your eyes fall short of reverence

I offer too often, too much — my invitation time and again to set a spell

For the sunlight’s forever waning
It’s a light we need to follow
Can’t I wish to hold each photon with you?

Exchange

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We each do need to save ourselves

To move through

To move on, if we’re lucky

This picture
This paint, these colors, peeling
Won’t always be adhered to this wall

This wall won’t always be

Talk to me and I’ll talk to you
Scream if you need to

I sometimes do

Alone, on our own, for now
But someday we’ll talk with eachother

It’s what the sage says

Untitled

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Some gravitational pull
Or easterly mysticism
Compelled my travels

I had to go to Planet X today

What promised to be a meditative thing
Instead left me

I, now with mere baubles and defunct space junk

Re-entry burned me
The landing gave me new perspective
The Earth is indeed flat
Love is always light-years away

There’s no cadence to this

miracle heart transplant

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there is no Noah-gene abounding of me

no spin of the wheel offering another lifespan allowance equal to what you’ve long since spent

in silence, find truth

there is no infinite number of star-filled skies

no take-backs or do-overs, despite my shouts of forgiveness and this miracle heart transplant

in truth, find silence

Dawned II

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Never received an I’m sorry
Never did hear a hello
Never was asked, “Please be with me”
Never a warning you’d go

You wouldn’t think that I’d still care
You didn’t mind how it pained
You live a life now half empty
You will not know me again

Incandescent Day

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We were tired
Eager to see whether we could slip off our shoes
Unleash the day in a most irresponsible manner
Letting exhaustion have its way

And, behold!
It was okay!

Morning arrived in its happy manner
Offering another chance to sing and smile
To brave the wind, stare at the sun in wonder
Then find contentment again at day’s end