Eye Color
…liar….
What else
Could one possibly conclude
But that I am not worth
Neither then nor now
Telling the truth to
This even God did not deny
So then, won’t I
Outside
So there I was settin’ on the outside stair, put there as punishment, I guess
Though, unlike most youngsters, I didn’t know what I’d done wrong
Left out to live, exposing my skin and my heart to the harsh elements
An occasional smile from a passing turtle or bumble bee sustained me
Probably they spotted my deer-in-the-headlights desperation from afar
Speaking some kindness, they felt, wouldn’t hurt any
If only they knew, scarcity would have me hanging on their every glorious word
Writing of them, strangers, all these years and footsteps forward, later
Filling in the blanks left by the one who left me settin’, sad on the outside stair
The Fates
Why did you act like water and feel like hands
And I, born thirsty with never a progenitor to touch me
Why did I, the reluctant saint, concede nonetheless to True North’s tug
And you, the only lesser god ever worth worshipping
Giver
I praise you, God, and with warmed feet, proceed….
My lean-to, you are, so that I may Stand.
You make me in constant good company.
Amen.
Tunnel Visions
You are the wrong kind of torque
An un-fun velocity
A ballsy, bitter ride
In an ego-driven coupe
I’d prayed to survive
I am the wanted-to-walk
An emotional dallier
A noticing, freak-of-nature
In a too-long skirt length
You’d failed to ally
Inside
I’ve not found a whimsy
Riding on The Wind
As the snowflake
Who knows The Direction
So stays the course
And I cannot go outside
